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they doth proclaim
has the memory escaped your grasp, are you body parts losing feeling
NO ONE HEARS A WORD, THEY SAY HAS THE MEMORY GONE? ARE YOU FEELING NUMB? NOT A WORD, THEY SAY. BUT A VOICELESS GROWD ISN'T BACKING DOWN WHEN THE AIR. TURNS RED, WITH A LOADED. HESITATION!
CAN YOU SAY... MY NAME? HAS THE MEMORY GONE? ARE YOU FEELING NUMB? HAVE WE ALL BECOME INVISIBLE?...
I SEARCHED FOR FORM AND LAND, FOR YEARS AND YEARS I ROAMED.
I GAZED A GAZELY STARE, AND ALL THE MILLIONS HERE We must have died Alone... A long long time go... Who knows? not me? We never lost control, you're face... to face... With The Man Who Sold The World!...