When colors and shades fade into grey,
a small vapor-wave gives her away.
Her hand on my knee, she's here to reveal
that my heart rings a silent prayer.
She's here to show what no eyes can see.
Makes crystal clear all mystery.
She comes to my bed and ley down beside,
helps hear my heart spell a silent prayer.
When colors and shades paint a new day,
the ghost and the spell all gone away.
No-one would believe she ever was here,
yet how loud I hear my silent prayer.

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