The voices sound together,
Strong,
Might, they tell me what is wrong.
Louder, louder the crowd has grown,
Turned to ash, my mind has blown,
Apart, what was once together!
Why now has come to pay us any heed?
Now that we are the voices, all alone,
Beg us now to tell you what to write!
Bear us now, the fruits have gone,
The vintage spoiled,
So have
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