[For Nana, the first drawer she opens is mostly empty except for a few spare pens and two face down gold stars, exactly like the ones on your doors.
For Christine, the papers she picks up look...familiar.
They were once your one a true companion They were all that mattered They were a friend, a child, a father mother Then your world was shattered
Wishing they were somehow here again Wishing they were somehow near How much are you willing to do If you could bring them here
It's the motive song from yesterday! It mostly looks the same throughout, all in the Phantom's exceptionally neat handwriting but with the final verse the words are slightly different, more cynical and less emotionally charged than what you got in the cemetery.]
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For Christine, the papers she picks up look...familiar.
They were once
your onea true companionThey were all that mattered
They were a friend, a child, a
fathermotherThen your world was shattered
Wishing they were somehow here again
Wishing they were somehow near
How much are you willing to do
If you could bring them here
It's the motive song from yesterday! It mostly looks the same throughout, all in the Phantom's exceptionally neat handwriting but with the final verse the words are slightly different, more cynical and less emotionally charged than what you got in the cemetery.]