Street
It was once a place where I was hidden
Nobody is not to be forgotten in the street
Street is as empty as my hands
Desolate street raises loneliness and restlessness in my soul
Nothing here is not
Just me on an empty street
Which is abandoned
Nobody has found
Loneliness is the wind carries
I will never forget the day
When I came here
When I look out for
Nothing here is not
Just me on an empty street
Which is abandoned
Nobody has found
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