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Those Left

The wind carries away the dust,
and there is nothing more to see.

Once so proud, but now nothing more,
the back of you is lost.

The memory is all that remains,
and maybe it's for the best.

As we now walk past, the sound of you passes.

But the last echo of a tune is still there,
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