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THE GHOSTY ECHOES OF FORGOTTEN PAST LIKE THUNDER MIDST THE RAIN,THEY WRENCH YOUR HEART ,THEY ALWAYS LAST. THE STORM HAS PASSED BUT STIFLE STAYS YOUR MIND STILL LONGS FOR PEACE FOR DAYS. THE GARDEN OF HOPE WILL BLOOM AGAIN ,YET THEY PRICK YOUR SOUL WITH GENTLE PAIN. MOVING AHEAD WE BECOME STRONG, YET SOMETHING BURIED STIRS ALONG. WHEN YOU BELIEVE YOU'VE GROWN ALOOF , IT KNOCKS AGAIN, IT NEVER POOFED.....