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And I

Just drifting through this life

Floating just above the surface

A shadow in the darkest night

Leaving neither mark nor trace

And I

A whisper on a silent breeze

No more than just a troubled dream

A memory you thought you had

But nothing more to make you scream

And I

A fleeting stop along the way

Words you felt someone had wept

Or you had read upon a stone

Something you felt you could have kept

And I

Swept away upon the tide

Nothing more than nothing more than

Ashes taken by the wind and

Blown back to where it all began

And I

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