May 23, 2008
Gone are the stories,
Gone are the days,
Gone are the memories
Where my dreams once lay.

Away went the brave of heart,
Away went the meek,
Away went the throng of stars
Far off into the sea.

And here I am stranded,
A million pieces in a whole,
And blood goes through my body,
Music through my soul.

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