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ECHOS OF DAYS
As the sun rise
See you bowing your head
As though there is no faith to stand
A grib on hope vanishes with each taken breath
So we mourn in heart and mind
Endlessly we fight to rise
May this peace be unto our soul
When gone with unseen soles
Hope that day comes
With estacy in flight
When relished fantasies turn to be
In me it drums
And deep within I hear
The echos of days.
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