Is it a song or a cry? Whispers unheard search the air! Wind gives form to hidden tones. The tongue, now master, now slave? Ever reaching beyond itself! Aimless, lost, incomplete, sincere. Vital ear turned, desperate quest? Purpose taught, drawn forth by love! A cry, a song, a blush, thrill. What be a tongue without an ear? What be a voice without a soul? What be a song without a heart?
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