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Where have I gone?

Did I end?

In the days after you left

Am I merely a ghost?

Forgotten in a land of mysticism

Where no one really lives nor dies

The dreams that were

Are not what we thought

Not mine at least

For mine are merely fading memories

And not visions of the future

I am somewhere, but not where I was

And where I was

An illusion