Left Traces
She starts to fall
All walking is gone
And with every fall
A loud cry
She cries out at night
Waiting for someone to come
But now she is all alone
Buried in the ground
There are still traces of her
Locks of hair by the sink
Worn clothing on the floor
The memories that echoe and ring
All walking is gone
And with every fall
A loud cry
She cries out at night
Waiting for someone to come
But now she is all alone
Buried in the ground
There are still traces of her
Locks of hair by the sink
Worn clothing on the floor
The memories that echoe and ring
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