Living breath defies my death; A growth of wrong living within The sound of silence; sighing breath - and oh, here it speaks again The sound of silence; A false precinct; a rest within Again, it's breath touches my skin The shivering sword; it drops to my dour the subsisting screech awes too steep And for I as this sword; the palm Has hit this hollow floor Shattered in such decease What must it mean? The sound of silence - No! The opera, the mind, let them be shown
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