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Haunt Of The Past
Forget the past and move on
My soul keeps craving to press on
But the spirit of the past
Still haunts me
Can't i wait to ask
What it wants?
The dim light of the night
Taking along the shadows of delight
Weeping across the brim of relieve
Feasting ahead the tip to reveal
Hold tight the neck of hope
To quest from it why it haunts
Maybe the answer to the present
The question for the future
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