There's a channel between us. When the moon shines bright, I can hear your footsteps On the edge of night. When you're near it seems like time Has fallen deathly still, Your shadow dancing on the wall, Arriving with a chill. And I know you're ever wandering, A twilight place you roam, Your spirit merely brushing The place you once called home. Sometimes in the night, I can hear you sigh, Or sense the plaintive echo Of your lost soul's cry. Your spirit is familiar; I've come to know you well Within these faded walls Where you used to dwell. And even though I feel a chill When you pass my way, I'd be quite content If you'd like to stay.
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