Like ghosts we both appear,
in this polaroid I'll treasure throughout the years
Full of promise and of smiles,
we are happily quite ignorant of pain
But oh! How life can quickly change,
you can't predict the rain
or second - guess the stars...
To find some method in the mad,
or some goodness in the bad men,
that now and then block our way...
And as ghosts
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