when a voice like a shout in the ears in a small box that echoed.
matching in the echoes with the pounding that penetrate the soul in man.
who speaks like a lighthouse in the darkness until the light of a warm greeting.
ear seemed to be a special intermediary exposed to the world about all that in tune.
undermine souls, sounds like a long, curved beak is not sound.
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