Every time the rain falls down
Every time the sun gets buried beneath the ground
The memories of lost
Resuscitate the wounds.........
In this lone world they left us alone
Alone in the way to home
Their truancy gives the feeling of desolation
Their presence was not anecdote
But now their life obfuscation...
They're not here but still in mind
Not in the world
But hope, I still can find
THE LOST...
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