By the sounds that break the silence,
I'm gone with the wind tonight,
Sowing memories above expectations,
Against unstoppable destiny.
The signs of pseudo,
Appearing in between the pain I feel,
Black clouds shrouded frantic,
Implying emptiness.
My time is almost come,
Will you there?
Standing to greet me with open arms,
So I can return home.
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