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In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Somehow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognisant of unkind truth The way is long And if we crumble now We may never recover.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
The twilight of dreams
In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Somehow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognisant of unkind truth The way is long And if we crumble now We may never recover.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
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