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the voices
hear the voices calling
whistling through the trees
they say aloud
to the gathering crowd
take to the open sea
the voices are growing louder
we must be getting close
their shrieks and cheers
put a ring in my ears
its time to silence these ghosts
the voices are deadly silent
never to be heard again
i took to the sea
they spoke unto me
needing no more then a friend
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