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All those yesterdays fading away
Winds are blowing skies are turning grey
Voices of ghosts sing songs of demise
All futures die unspoken goodbyes
Luminous thoughts once floated above
Losing everything but not enough
New generations fortunes faded
All those tomorrows wilted flowers
Seek what you find to find what you seek









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