The Voice
Where is the distant voice
That speaks like my soul?
Buried beneath daylight's clamor
Gold and the seasons
Beneath groaning streets
And the ferment of cities
In my grave of care
And blond laughter
In what bare tomb must I lie
To summon the voice
That speaks like my soul?
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Andree Chedid
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