Walking through this town of mine
Seeing sights that unwind
Feeling doubt to whats going on
Can't help the feeling of what i grew fond
Original States of memory blasts
Fading ghosts of someone's horrid past
He found her body a few foot steps ahead
then next thing he saw that I was dead
My spirit no longer walks alone
Hearing their cries are no longer gone
Not being able to hear again
Not able to see my friend
I loved him so
I Said no goodbye
I wished to see him
And kiss him one last time.
Farewell dumb beauty
which made us all sore
Farewell thy maiden
No longer will there be more.
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