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I walk under the sunset sky,
left wondering alone, all on my own:
Where have all the people gone?
The streets are paved with loneliness
and wind's breeze's gentleness
replaces sweet brethrens breath.
I try and look above the skies,
no single soul I am able to find.
Where did all the people vanish to?
As I walk in solitude
surrounded by this emptiness,
I make up my mind:
Will keep wandering,
I reach home.