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Broken Echo
A broken echo of the song I used to sing,
A melancholy cry of passion blowing in the wind.
A world of winter-where there can be no spring;
A faded memory inside me
Of the love I couldn't bring.
Words of passion in my heart that you alone could hear.
Whispers and sighs of a time gone by calling to me again.
Another night, another dream, another empty year.
A panick rising inside my soul for the end you know I fear.
