In the dead of night, they roam the earth,
Tortured souls with hearts devoid of mirth.
Their anguish echoes through the empty streets,
Their symphony of sorrows, a dirge that repeats.

Haunted by the shadows of their past,
They wander aimlessly, lost and aghast.
Their eyes, windows to a world of despair,
Doomed to suffer, beyond all repair.
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