Mar 302015

Who knows what the new light can bring?
Who knows how a desperate heart can sing?
O, I hear you sometimes crying in the night
my old friend, I feel your sorrow
You are a ghost now
but you were my best friend, Jim
and I wish you were here
so we could talk things out
There’s so much we could share now
so much misunderstanding we could clear up
my old friend, Jim, my ghostly friend

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