Things are imaginary
Words are living
What a mystery I disclose?
That sound has power
And humans are weak
Each day we talk
Of a death or life
We see the image of life
Still and moving pictures
All around us
Motionless and with motion
We talk about things
The word expose them to life
And life is an image we cannot see
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