Listen to the murmur of the words.
Some are DEEP - and TOUGH
Some are fragile and delicate
Some are neutral – bland
Signifying very little.
And they dance and they prance
And they march
And they sing to me.
And sometimes they whisper
And sometimes they shout
So I hear and I listen
To know what they’re about.
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