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Walking on the long road,
Recalling the memories, Everything is so old A step into the stories. It seems so young and new And yet so full of dust, And all the things I knew Come from the way I lost. Old memories, old figures, Now they surround my senses They all are so cruel diggers Destroying all my fences. Invade my sacred tower With their strange glowing light I feel my heart so sour, But all the things seem right. Nobody hears the voices, All happens in my fear, My world is full of noises, And nobody is here. Walking on the old path, Recalling what I lost, Screaming for my first thought, While dreaming in the dust.
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