Sometimes
I wonder
Where do these
People go?
So much silence
It intrigues you...
Not a word from them
It intrigues you...
You can't see them
It intrigues you...
They don't talk to you
It intrigues you...
So, sometimes
I wonder, where do
These people go?
Well, I can only
Conjecture...
Only after death
I'll get to know
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