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There is a comforting voice Soft and resonating You can feel it on your chest Reverberating Inside of your heart Resounding In the beginning Standing out against Silence Yet carved out of Stone Washed by the sea Carried by an ocean You can feel it Brimming in your eyes The brine water Of your emotion To be in love with the idea Of being in love with anything Like pretty music Playing in the squeal of time But I forget myself You are so pretty And I've never quite gotten To speak to you For between us there always hangs The hidden veil Of how our language works Fingers pointing At you, me and them We are so close now We have come a long way To find out that we were never travelling For if we should be dead like in a picture We find out that we are going nowhere today Neither shall we depart on a day that does not come We are things that stay And so then I would just like to say Yes Indeed We shall stay And we shall stay until we are gone

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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