Abide with my echo
Now my voice has gone quiet
Prospect for my shadow
While you still have the light
Acquiesce my muses
May they sooth your seasons
Bandage all my bruises
Whatever your reasons
Fix all my frailties
Please poison every pest
Consign me then, kindly
Sure hope we passed the test
'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley
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