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Itâs uncanny Itâs something strange Itâs something I have Long tried to ignore Behind the curtain Behind the door If I keep my eyes cast down It just might go away Itâs got no name Itâs got no shape It canât be photographed And it lives in no one place Itâs got no shame And it knows no grace And itâs got two long arms Reaching out for me I hit the light Iâll take my stand Letâs have your best Show your hand The shadows run And I see true Itâs just the memory of you So whatâs your pleasure My phantom friend What thing could bring you out To haunt this world again Some sweet revenge? Some dread command? Or do you only need Someone to hold your hand? Why did you leave Your will so vague? Just three blue lines Across the page: You take the vase Iâll keep the rose And the memory of you |