That beautiful voice
Will be stilled soon
Laughter, as a round
Sung slowly
That voice, so full
Of comfort, full
Of grace, will soon
Be stilled
The ears attuned
To that whole sound
Will be empty
The words known
To that voice alone
Will be without a home
Where will the words go
Then?
Where will the words
Go then?
JRMcF
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