Thus the shallow beating of a heart thrums through out the night
Each whistle and hum of the air sweeps across the plain of nothingness
How far till that which is lost will be found?
I still see darkness
I still hear silence
I feel empty

Thus the shallow beating of a heart thrums through out the night Each whistle and hum of the air sweeps across the plain of nothingness How far till that which is lost will be found? I still see darkness I still hear silence I feel empty |
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