She walks the streets invisible

A form we cannot see

With measured movements, sure and still

In search of company

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Her beauty is ephemeral

A shadow cast at noon

Her charms beguile against the will

As tides beneath the moon

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And i once thought she followed me

Through days of sad desire

Her footsteps set my sorrows free

My passion - she raised higher!

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But after all, i was alone

For she cannot exist

But through her, we shall always mourn

The lovers we have missed

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October 1976