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I still see her reflection, in my eyes in the morning.
The ghost of her still lingers in this home, or on the telephone.
Lost in transaction, within the fraction of my life. I'm left to spend.
My hands feel cold, without her hand inside it, never again will I find it.

Her love felt like a cool summer day, now all I feel is
a bitter winter, all is cold and gray. I'm blind without her guide,
and lost without her gain. I let this snow turn into rain, to freeze me inside my home.

I stare out into the frozen tundra, and ask what so beautiful about this?
Everything is white, covered in flat line. Like my heartbeat when she said goodbye.
They say you should always move on, but it looks like the only way I can move is down...