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The Past Whispered

Well, night finally came,
And not even the music can save me now.
I no longer dance,
Do I even remember how?
But My life was the dance,
And I sought the perfect melody.
Lost in the moves,
Seeking the music to find me.
I danced through the years,
In the background the music began to play.
But my dance was lost,
As I heard what the music failed to say.
I no longer dance,
I know I don't remember how,
Well, night finally came,
And not even the music can save me now.





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