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Empty
An empty void is present
No one is talking
No elegance just a title
Don't listen to the wind
Broken doors stopped swinging long ago
No bugs even in the holes
Dust is what was bone
Love is cold
I whisper my song
Because loneliness has made me go insane
Talking to myself
The building will collapse if I yell
No one is talking
No elegance just a title
Don't listen to the wind
Broken doors stopped swinging long ago
No bugs even in the holes
Dust is what was bone
Love is cold
I whisper my song
Because loneliness has made me go insane
Talking to myself
The building will collapse if I yell
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