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Hisilome Alantie
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After All Are Gone

I can hear your voices
On the wind from the west
Your laughter singing in my ears

I can see your smiles
On the waters from the west
My fingertips soaked in the sea.

I can touch your hands
In the dark of the night
Burying my fingers in sand

I can smell your scents
When the sun shines brightly
And the grasses around me are green

I can taste my tears
On the wind from the west
As I stand alone by the sea