A Secret Within the Voice
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The whole area calmed, halcyon had flown again
All agonism left the environment
For seven days, the winter storms would cease
We'd lay rose petals down across the snow
So your memory can take shape in relief against
The light that's leaving us all, leaving me again and again
Somewhere, a man laments upon a violin
A doorstep baby cries again and again
Every voice has this secret buried deep down within it
If after seven days, we haven't found the body at sea
I'll lay rose petals down along the shore
So your memory can take shape in relief against
The light that's leaving us all, leaving me again and again