The unheard voices of the past
The silent orchestra behind the world
Stone words of the amphitheater
Still as muted roars
The stark cargo of deeds
Stuck just above the horizon
Hope like a blinking child
Your own sleeping in your arms
But he had a solemn voice
That went back to the bards
You could hear the swish
Of dresses dancing
You could feel the breeze
Of it all still happening
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