File Number 16: She Haunts Me
A melancholic black-haired man, almost anemic, dreary-eyed, came to see me one evening about his reoccurring dreams of a lost love. He wanted me to locate her whereabouts. I agreed to take on the case. He could not tell me much about her, only that she was from the 80s.

She haunts me, she haunts me, she haunts me day and night
She haunts me, she haunts me, she haunts me and I'm frightened
I was the one who did not want her love
And now she's the only thing I ever think of

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She haunts me like the starry skies
She haunts me with her mesmerizing eyes

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I tried and tried to reach him, but he always looked the other way
He never stood a ghost of a chance with me anyway

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