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In the dead of night we hear nothing but true silence and we are alone
but we are wrong we can not know true silence without sound
and in the dead of night there is only one sound
the sound of souls talking
but we can not have voices without bodies
we may not see or hear these souls
but they are there begging for help for someone to hear them
so in the deadest of night they are there watching , talking until the sun comes up
but we are wrong we can not know true silence without sound
and in the dead of night there is only one sound
the sound of souls talking
but we can not have voices without bodies
we may not see or hear these souls
but they are there begging for help for someone to hear them
so in the deadest of night they are there watching , talking until the sun comes up
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