Ghosts in Black Dresses Drenched in tears I have not yet shed Drowning in the wine of sorrow I have not yet tasted I cannot drink from love Banished into the cold The gates of love are closing, closing behind my spirit Ghosts in black dresses Dance in a glass ballroom They notice me bleeding from time to time I will dance on the moon And be inhaled by your dreams I touch your sleeping soul Feel the cold brush across your face? Remember it because it was me

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