One Voice
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One Voice
Wandering through words
I know its all been told before
Language an ancient whore
I use as if I might
With some particular genius
Spit black and white
And make us all aware
Of what we always knew
However true
That I don't care
For distance and silence
---Too cold--
I'm not so bold
To think I know
What I'm doing here
What you experience
All done with a mirror
A trick of the tale
Any words will fail
To be real
Between us
They let me feel
That minds can meet
Beyond our pain
So I am without choice
In my sadness somehow complete
When all becomes one voice
Calling in the rain.
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