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 Shadows of a thousand faces keep on  in your mind,
 and forgotten names and  never really left behind.
 Is it here imagination seeking  from the rain,
 or  long self conversation once again.
 Shadows never point a finger at  things you say or do,
 silently they seem to linger  way you may run to.
 Sharing every joy or torment, every  or despair,
 facing you at any moment  you dare.
 
 Gentle past at once surrender at what you  understand,
 conquest of the night that  holding you with trembling hands.
 In a book a fall leaf-clover marks  days at below,
 till she found that it  over long ago.
 Little thanks had most of meaning leaving only 
 tender words and simple feelings never eased  hungriness.
 Yesterdays  so sudden and tomorrows round the bend,
 can you read the  that dark ends on your hand.
 
 Both ends of a candle burning  so brightly for a while,
  of a life reflecting in your smile.
 Shadows  point a finger at the things you say or do,
 silently they seem to linger any  you may run to.
  every joy or torment, every laughter or despair,
 facing you at any  if you dare.