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& nbsp;Look, the last echo has burned out,
  Touching the strings,obolev in the echoes of a forgotten spring,
   And someone else, in the dark choking with laughter,
 & nbsp;Broke the miracles like a pain that doesn't need words.
 
   and suddenly stood in a series of forgotten legends
 & nbsp;Heroes frozen in the dead glare of mirrors,
 & nbsp;All in black.And somewhere there was a Blues about you.
   but where am I? If only someone would tell me...