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Echos

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Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality 
only echos are left
like the passing of a funeral parade
in the glow of the fire
its dark creation lived out fast
lives greatest desires
only the echoes last
only the echoes last x3

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