Death betrays the simple memorys I produce
As a fatal sunrise enters into veiw
It comes closer
She walks away
alone
Life keeps passing
Along the dusty streets
Streamlining in frount of her, her back, her feet
Her life goes on without her
Flowing in the breezes
Singing little tunes
Tempting to fall a sleep
But still she walks<
alone

on dusty streets

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