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There seems..


There seems to be an old memory,
Like a morning dewdrop on a blurred window,
There happens to be a familiar lane,
That I can't tread on anymore
There is a deafening cry of pain,
That has been reverberating since years,
There is a truth that I know of,
The silence left by which can still be heard  
There is a smile that I wonder at,
As it won't be found again,
There is a tear I look at in awe,
As it will never really dry,
There is a beautiful face,
That will never be forgotten,
There is a bright, sunny morning,
That I will never wake up to beside her