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| Echo (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah this is my life, what I am left desolate, against the wall, pressed back hard into life out toward you returning, you turned away leaving me here, with an oath unkept hanging in the air to become broken, twisted beyond reason with pain this is my life, hated, deserted, crushed in the world made why do you hate me, why saying you you would always be here, here by my side though I was blind but now I speak with tears into the night and there is no one, no one who hears the echo of your words I try to trace a path with my own and find my way home, but there is no one, no one who hears and I can't understand why you hate me and in my heart, I try to find something, something but there is no one, no one who hears |
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