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All those voices yet in my mind,
From the years I had left behind.
Casting echoes in that room -
Pulsing through the dusty gloom.
The floating dust catching the light,
Shivered with unknown disquiet!
The echoes gathered to surround.
They animated the space around.
People I loved, now lost with time,
Speaking thru' the years...
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