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Wisdom calls aloud in the streets,
But somehow I cannot hear.
The song of the songster rhymes,
But I wonder I can sense not.
The voice multiplies a million a second,
But the sound of silence deafens.
I see everyone sense the sound,
But the sense senses a sound without sense.
The brisk voice is joyous,
But the sound turns a deafening silence.
The voice of the songster sounds,
But I wonder I can sense not.
The Deafening Silence
F. D. Gaynat

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