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About This Poem
Brimming With Echoes
Brimming with echoes of their past
When I dream of theses places
I sometimes feel alone here
I look around me and all I see
Is a nothing a void in place
I should be happy and free
What is it that you tell me to do
Where is it that you tell me to go
Where I should go in this desert
Why should I stay in this desert
There is nothing for me there
I seek refuge out of all this mess
I seek out a friendly face to hold
A friendly face to hold me
To comfort me in sad times
And keep me from the cold
Cold dark damp places I see
Sad times of sorrow and grief
I choose to leave this place
Seek the road to happiness
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