Melody
But what is to become,
Of these songs we sing,
As our telephone voices,
Pick out there ring.
Tones in laughter,
Begin to spy,
The notes of chorus,
And rhythms of lies.
In pitch it scratches,
In inevitable decisions,
Searching for lyrics,
In a videos visions.
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