You, a memory, you will haunt,
Oh life, so cruel, your sting to flaunt.
Of me, you'll smile, a phantom's grace,
Oh life.
Two moments left, a stolen hoard,
Within them, your sweet scent is poured.
The fading bloom, now reawakened,
A fresh desire, forever beckoned.
As I depart, you'll hold me fast,
Oh life, your shadows, built to last.
You, a memory, you will haunt,
Oh life, so cruel, your sting to flaunt.
Of me, you'll smile, again you'll smile,
You, a memory, you will haunt,
Oh life, so cruel, your sting to flaunt.
Of me, you'll smile, again you'll smile,
Oh life.
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