Ghost Town
The little town sits by the road to nowhere
Now a muted grey, the empty shells forgotten
A sagging door, an empty window, a broken stair
Sad reminders of those who used to lived there
In the dust a single footprint left by some passerby
Did he stop like me, to remember what used to be
To listen to the desert wind giving a mournful sigh
And bid the town, and her past, a last goodbye
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