Landscapes are dull. Voices slowly fade.
Pictures vanish into this undefined present.
I look for the fuse. The one that will melt.
I try to hear. I try to see.
But the answers shy away
Spirits are getting lost in their own wanderings.
Fury became hatred. Silence has come.
I have no hope. I have no wish.
But I want to believe.
I try to hear. I try to see.
But the answers shy away.

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