songs are sung
in every language spoken
and those long gone.
In this moment that I hear of
voices stilled.
No more would we be hearing
the songs they sang.
In this moment that I sit in
I don't sing.
I listen for the echoes
of songs once sung.
In this moment that I hope for
songs are sung
by all the voices with us
for those now gone.
...
for those now gone.
...
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