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Echo
I look for traces of green in a farm of fossils.
Where a forest once was young.
Where I once heard breeze brush leaves and branches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my aged heart.
I look for traces of blue in a desert of plateau.
Where an ocean once was young.
Where I once heard waves batter cliffs and beaches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my desiccated heart.
I look for traces of white in a universe of dirt.
Where innocence once was young.
Where I once heard love sing a song of truth.
And their echoes still vibrate in my tainted heart.
I look for traces of green in a farm of fossils.
Where a forest once was young.
Where I once heard breeze brush leaves and branches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my aged heart.
I look for traces of blue in a desert of plateau.
Where an ocean once was young.
Where I once heard waves batter cliffs and beaches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my desiccated heart.
I look for traces of white in a universe of dirt.
Where innocence once was young.
Where I once heard love sing a song of truth.
And their echoes still vibrate in my tainted heart.
