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QUIET WHISPERS THAT MELT AMIDST THE BLUSTING CROWD
BLURRING THE MEMORIES THAT ARE SCATTERED AMONGST THE FOOTSTEPS
WALKING LOST IN THE SPARKLING STREETS, GLARING ONE WAY
MAYBE NUMB FROM THE COLD, I AM ILUMINATED
THE DREAM PUSHES THROUGH THE COLD AND SHAKES ME BY THE HAND
WAKING FROM COUNTING MY HOPES, I RECALL A SHIMMERING IMAGE OF YOU
THAT VAGUE SILHOUETTE THAT GUIDES ME