Like a ghost, she steals my soul
Drifting off to Bohemia in my head
Reading like a libertine, out of control.
Riding on a vicious cycle, i loved her everyday.
Yet a moment of weakness was all it took to flush her with pain.
The familiar stranger that day ignorantly reigned saviour.
A hero to bring back my soul,
A girl with a heart of gold.
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