The echoes of a distant land long forgot,
The echoes of distant memories, oh so rotten,
The echoes of the damned.
The echoes speak of a name,
The echoes speak of the truth,
The echoes speak of your name.
What's your name again?
I believe it's
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Right?
I guess we'll never know,
Until you listen to the echoes,
The echoes of your forsaken past.
I'll meet you there.