The Run

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Running after shadows of dead dreams,
Running after unheard immortal screams.
Running for salvation of my soul,
Running for ideals decaying and foul.
Running on emptypaths,
Running away from dead past.
Running frantic upon this way,
Am I gonna stop,
Some or another day ?

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