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Through roaming hills, and blistering winds my spirit lay somewhere between. Oh someone point him out to me, I desire to hear my soul sing For at first he left, I did not notice my emotions to mangled in muck but I feel my heart fall short and my body just want to give up I call to him through the wind in the night but no reply is heard in the breeze. I shout his name from dawn to dusk But only a echo replies in the trees Forgive me! I cry, I desire you now that my heart is darken and numb. For I gladly give up this emotionless feast to live my life wondering the streets forsaking the world and all of its treats to live with my spirit as a bum