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Slowly on the line
The rings pass by
Each like that ringing of Death
Slow and precise
Hope rises in me
As one fades into silence
Before another strikes up again
Are you feeling so gracious
Are you feeling so kind
As to let me hear the sound
Of your sweet voice?
Ring, ring, ring
It’s all I seem to hear
Over and over
It’s the never ending song
But your voice breaks the cycle
Only it is not you
Just a trace of you
That has been left behind
To help poor souls like me
Hear your soft song
I speak my words
Though I know they will do me no good
I hope you will listen
I know that you won’t
But my cards are laid out anyway
For all the table to see
Maybe you will realize
You could all too easily
Beat me
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