Tell her, in the silence, do you hear the voice that calls?
Or do you, like all things, wait for it to fade away?
The voice, whether is fades or not, will linger on in my memory. I tell her that I do hear it, but I do not understand it. Should I follow it, and have it be my demise? Or should I be a messenger for others who hear it, with each note and pitch of the voice residing in my mind?
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