The word you left unspoken
Stopped ringing a long way back
The silent march of time stood still,
To wipe out the epitaph on the grave.
The hallowed memories of the beloved
Ceased to through any more in mind.
Now with life's crossroad getting curious,
Come Halloween, lets rise again to meet..
Stopped ringing a long way back
The silent march of time stood still,
To wipe out the epitaph on the grave.
The hallowed memories of the beloved
Ceased to through any more in mind.
Now with life's crossroad getting curious,
Come Halloween, lets rise again to meet..
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