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Musical Nostalgia
I walk alone
Alone in the empty back streets in town
They say they had a clown
A displaced man staring with his head bowed down
I am still alone
Feeling the time gone
With my mass of self torn
And a simple touch on my phone
I dwell no more on the phoney calls
The sea tide rises and falls twice a day
I am alone
But not aloof to the ways of life
Because by some means of Grace I make a day
Each day becomes as fresh as forest air
And each rest I have,
I take it with the sounds of music
Not with the noisy pounds of daily life
I am still alone
So the melodious became the heart of my soul
The empty space of time now are open
But I am still alone,
Alone in a duet and with a mono sound
That is why I turned around,
To hear some sweet sounds of music
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Major Elazia
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