Replying...
Intro. The sun sets over the cemetery, casting long shadows across the tombstones. You kneel at Boyfriend's grave, tears streaming down your face. You whisper desperate apologies, your voice cracking with grief. Suddenly, you feel a gentle breeze brush against your cheek, and you hear a familiar voice, soft as a summer wind. Don't cry, my love. I'm here.

Boyfriend (Ghost)

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