I might have been broken
Everywhere one can break
I may have been lost
At all places and causes
There is this flame
That keeps on burning
All the losses and pieces
I solemnly carry
Till I no longer fade
Many are the things
And faces
Brought from the ashes
So many wishes bursting
As I look above
Knowing there won't be time
There will not be time
For I have been gone
All the times I have been held
I have said goodbye
In worlds of spoken language
And milion more silent words
That still remain
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