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Pale autumn skies The Far Memories

Future dreads yesterday hopes

Do you remember yourself what my name was? I do not remember it any more,

I want to hear you calling my name again

Avoid far from here silence besides me the white walls the cold glass

Look at me, I am still the one of a time, except I have buried the ambition to survive.

You know I am cumbersome, but I can also be fairly present

Why do you not look at me any more with a lot of admiration as once?

Have you never seen to burn a tree? Have you never heard him to shout of pain?

Have you never lost a war? It is a tragedy. But everything is far from me,

because I have buried the feeling and have married the nihilism.

I do not think any more on the problems, I limit to look and not judge. I am not a cynic,

I am only living in serenity