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Sing secret whispers,
As they slip past your ear.
Into silence they sink,
For they are just words
Writen on silver air.

Breaths slice my breathing,
Sucking out my song.
All i can do is but not sing along.

My voice is nothing in the crowd.
They shout and shriek as I speak no sound.
Relying on only the silent wind,
Supplying my secret air,
To sing my own song.





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