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My Voice
Abstract thoughts on my situation floating in the breeze,
noises fly in the night, ghosts that die with the dawn.
I lie awake in limbo, I dream with dew,
my voice talks with little effect when I talk to you.
Many dreams will die soon, floating through the trees,
dreams blow through the night, dreams still die with the dawn.
I walk around in reality, you just walk away,
my voice is fading out, because I have little to say.
I remember when my voice was once singing music to you.
