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I am a drifter of memories.
Locked in my thoughts of the years I've lived,
when life had a thirsting desire.
I walk on the paths of men
between the ground and heaven,
and the reflection of a hollow sky.
A gentle breeze sings with your voice.
A counterfiet melody in my ears,
'I am what once was, but will never be again,
for there is no future in your past'.
When will the days gone by be put to rest?
When you walk upon my grave,
and place flowers against the stone.
Until then, I'll wake each morning with yesterday's ghost.