It was late on a day that hate
Had faded away and emptiness
Crawled through echoing rooms
Echoes of memories
Memories of the past
The past of a love
A love that was lost
Lost in the past, in memories, in echoes
And the rooms were gloomy
Waiting for the albs to march in
Silent footsteps on silver carpets
One by one
Feeding on a lost love
Punching their tongues through throats
Reaching the sad heart
Of a lover that was lost
Lost in empty echoing rooms
Waiting for a love that never came like
Echoes of memories
Memories of the past
The past of a love
A love that was lost
Lost in the past, in memories, in echoes
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