Loud Whispers
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In the realm of their senses,
They create a ripple of excitement
Spreading through the listening crowd
To deliver a message of mind and heart
They stir the blood and grapple the mob
They take the wind out of the storm
With raunchy voices, sometimes they whisper
To deliver a message of passion to a drifter
A moment of silence waiting to end the rumble
Between the edge of a tear and the depth of a line
Check out these chains of freedom unfolding
To deliver a message to hordes revolting
As the sun comes down, revealing the end of the senses
They pause the breath of the night
Preparing for the final curtain call
To deliver a message from the Poets of the Fall.
They create a ripple of excitement
Spreading through the listening crowd
To deliver a message of mind and heart
They stir the blood and grapple the mob
They take the wind out of the storm
With raunchy voices, sometimes they whisper
To deliver a message of passion to a drifter
A moment of silence waiting to end the rumble
Between the edge of a tear and the depth of a line
Check out these chains of freedom unfolding
To deliver a message to hordes revolting
As the sun comes down, revealing the end of the senses
They pause the breath of the night
Preparing for the final curtain call
To deliver a message from the Poets of the Fall.
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