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It came with the wind of thousands whispers
the ushered voices of yesteryears
within hearts that burn like a furnace
it echoed and lingered on chosen ears

With each passing day, the promise of less and less
the fading light in the expanding darkness
and the night kept humming its tunes of despair
how could one find what was no longer there?

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