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Alas the Sound


      Alas the sound…

The time when I fell asleep

Heard the sound

It was a silence snip

It passed through the field

Moved through out echoing..

With wind acting as the barrier shield

How how could it fade?

Leaving me alone to far far away…

Oh the as if being thrashed with a whip of blade

Oh thy sound of demise

U took me off so far

That I was unable to realise

Oh oh I left

Keeping everything aside

My soul was theft

Now I move with the wind

Rise with the sun

Float with cloud of flint

As am left alone with the empty sound

Lonely lonely is the word for my feel

I am still in grief ohh I heard the sound

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