Lost ashes of my every last hope,
Like leaves lost in a breeze,
Move through you and past you,
Under each step you now take.

Have all of the chimes,
That struck the last hour,
Taken some grief from the way,
That you now see me?

Once I was driven and now I can´t move,
I longed for some contact and don´t want,
We were some being that lived in my past,
All that was real was my need.

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