Through those lanes,
I walk again,
Alone this time,
Hoping you'd return.
The path seems forlorn,
The wait is so long,
Memories of the bygone,
A plaque, that invades.
Trees have cried,
Tears have dried,
Flowers haven't bloomed,
And so haven't I.
Happy smiles faded,
Love and trust traded,
A hope to live and love,
Burnt to fine ashes.
Through those lanes,
I walk again,
Alone, this time,
Hoping you'd return.
Hoping you'd return,
Making me lively again.
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