Something Is Gone,
Something is Wrong,
Where are yesturdays heartbeats.
There is no voice,
There is no choice,
Things move in a different direction.
What happened to touch,
What happened to such,
Now the days grow colder in the streets.
Take no thought of fault,
Take no notice of the halt,
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