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Black roses laced with silver

By a broken moon.

Ten million stars

And the whispered harmonies of leaves.

We werer these.

Beside a dried up fountain

Lie five dusty tomes

With faded pasted pictures

Of love＇s reverie.

Across each cover is written,

＂Herein are Photos of Ghosts＂

Of ghosts, of ghosts,

Of the days we ran and the days we sang.