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while i walk this streets i hear them calling

within their voices full of callousness

had a vision of an eternal blossom

but when i looked it was shattered and gone

i close my eyes and hear their

echos ringing in my head

is this my lives burden to bear

no place for silence but still so holow

do i belong in this absurdity

why do i read empty pages of

a long closed book

and i know the noise that i hear

is like a symphony for no tomorrow

and not the freedom i want it to be

from all the things i've seen

around the world i've been

and i know for sure

one thing will never change

people running in circles

in the space that they call life

when i come to the silent halls

the light finally cast away

no fealing, no noise

empty but whole

created from the mist of burrows

the haunted echos of my kind

but i won't feel anymore sorrows

cause the blossom still blooms in my

mind

i close my eyes and hear their

echos ringing in my head

is this my lives burden to bear

no place for silence but still so holow

do i belong in this absurdity

why do i read empty pages of

a long closed book

and i know the noise that i hear

is like a symphony for no tomorrow

and not the freedom i want it to be