Ghost dreams

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 I’ve often dreamt of becoming a ghost,

A lonely phantom wand’ring this green earth;

Fly without notice. Pass by without thought.

 

Dreamt of playing host

To past hopes, that stealth

Peruse fields long fought.

 

But, oh, how frail

This hope of mine!

 

Lift now my sail!

There's love to find!

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