Somehow I managed to pave my wayAway from all that stuffStill those noisy voiceskept murmuring in my earsYelling them to come back againAnd they liedSilent wearing white shedFull over their headAnd I stood silentWith empty handsBowing down in front of their familyShowing myHelplessnessAnd they keptAsking me to re-aliveThose silent deads….
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