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I thought I heard you singing, in the quiet afternoon. Your shy voice, in the other room.
The cat purred, time moved on and I hummed a tune you have no breath to sing.
Strange, how even now, there is an absence that every so often is filled with an echo.
The cat purred, time moved on and I hummed a tune you have no breath to sing.
Strange, how even now, there is an absence that every so often is filled with an echo.