The ghosts of the empty places
Are haunting me today,The people that I knew and loved
Who died or slipped away
Still linger in the rising mist,
Where tears and sunlight play.
I hear their voices in the mist,
Where crying seagulls stray.
I see their faces in the drifts
Of mist above the bay.
I’ll never hold them in my arms,
They’ve gone too far away,
But they still linger in my heart
And haunt the misty bay.
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