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The day has left its markThe moment lingers onAnd harks back to a blue twilightWhich gnaws the soulTime heals, I wonderHollow laughterUnder a grey moonSadness falling like autumn leavesWither so ever the wind blowsDoesn’t really matterAfter a rainstormWater drips from the leaves,Like faint notes of a sad symphonyA day came and wentIn the land of blind-hearted. |
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