There was a lonely tune gliding through the air
We laughed too loud, I could still hear it here
The memory, a cloud
An omnipresent shroud
Never to be seen again
She whispers of a secret world
No one to hear those words
A maze of all you never said
A reason of trying debts
They say its a voice, lost in a train
The people say its a lamenting ghost
The papers weave a tale so lost
She knows this whimsical fear
The clock strikes, out of reach, yet so near
And still, never to be seen again
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