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From whence do come a sound so nigh
loudly shouting,cursing,crying too distant echoes of days long gone by can this all really be true Remembrance flashes in the sky dark clouds and hard rain I ask myself why ,why Can anyone see my pain It rumbles on , and on tormenting me evermore In the light of a new dawn even on this distant shore Shadows haunting ,taunting me crowding into my mind oh, will they ever let me be always , ever following behind
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