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    I shall haunt you O my lost one, as the twilight Haunts a re-entangled trail, and your dreams will linger strangely with the music of a phantom lover's tale. You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting, I shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of white champacas, and the melody of rain.

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    I shall haunt you O my lost one, as the twilight Haunts a re-entangled trail, and your dreams will linger strangely with the music of a phantom lover's tale. You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting, I shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of white champacas, and the melody of rain.

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    To A Lost One by Angela Manalang Gloria

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    I shall haunt you O my lost one, as the twilight Haunts a re-entangled trail, and your dreams will linger strangely with the music of a phantom lover's tale. You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting, I shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of white champacas, and the melody of rain.

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    I shall haunt you O my lost one, as the twilight Haunts a re-entangled trail, And your dreams will linger

    strangely with the music Of a phantom lovers tale, You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting, I shall come to you again With the starlight and the scent of white champacas, And the melody of rain. You shall not forget. Dust will peer into your Window, tragic-eyed and still, And unbidden, startle you into remembrance With its hand upon the still.

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