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Shall I Speak of all I Seek?
Or Hint of that which Remains so Bleak?
Shall I unravel this Heart with Words,
Revealing the Unseen to Show the Unheard?
Whispers so Intrinsic to me,
Doubtless Verbose Tragedy
When All around me Sings Dulcet Tones,
Making my Music
A Witless Drone.
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~Morgan~
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