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To walk and never see the footprints left.
To speak aloud into an empty space
To hear a future echoed far away
To look upon the still and friendless face
To feel so close, and yet so out of touch
To see so little, but ever a little too much.
To walk and never see the footprints left.
To speak aloud into an empty space
To hear a future echoed far away
To look upon the still and friendless face
To feel so close, and yet so out of touch
To see so little, but ever a little too much.
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