My shadow creeps on the sidewalks,
They are all empty today.
Used to be crowded once,
But now no one walks this way
The silence is deafening.
It’s ut on a parole.
In these busy streets,
I once lost my soul.
The market that noce bustled
With life, force and energy,
Is today isolated and quiet.
The locks remain but not one Key.
The crowd’s gone,
Everybody has played their role
In this bustling marketplace,
I once lost my soul.
The houses are all deserted.
Where has everyone gone?
I have no choice but
To stand here and mourn.
For the loss is all mine.
Now I have myself to condole.
Why didn’t I look for it then?
Back when I lost my soul…
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