Sing
Sing to me your song of silence,
Your murmuring lute,
Your whistling pitch,
Your howling rage.
Sing to me the secrets of your kind,
Of all the things you see in forgotten places,
Of all the scents of far off things.
Sing
Sing to me your song of silence,
Your murmuring lute,
Your whistling pitch,
Your howling rage.
Sing to me the secrets of your kind,
Of all the things you see in forgotten places,
Of all the scents of far off things.
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