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Out there in the sunshine, in the grassy plains
I once used to share my souls laughter with my friends
And in the corridors of the dusty bookstore, I used to hunt;
Hunt for the fantasy I once believed in, but not anymore;
A fantasy they called love, out there;
Echoes are rustling with the wind, hurting me,
With mere memories, not so kind,
Echoes from a life past beyond, which I cant leave behind;
I heard a faded chanting from the lips trembling in the cold of isolation;
And there were other voices too, which I was rejoiced to ignore;
Voices I laughed at ...