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Every sound becomes a noise,
Every noise becomes an echo,
And every echo becomes a memory,
And every memory becomes ripple in the ocean,
And every ripple joins the waves at sea,
And every wave moves a stone ashore,
And every stone becomes the sand,
And every sand we walk,
And we gaze beneath the sun, above the sky,
And every sight becomes the last night.

How tastes your sorrow sweet delight,
These words falling like shallow rain
Could then bring tears in darkest night,
Not so much man to ease his reign
On feud in he within resides,
But cool in thought but jest he laughs
Through which he brushes tears aside
Then claims this cup of water nought,
But even holy tears they seem
Ere drunk from which is best foresought,
Nor Sirens’ call true redeem:
So he knows more himself to feel.

The darks are turned, the breath is laughed,
A stone unturned, ere breaks a wheel,
Winks aside, freaks alight now toughed
To shame all but none himself. So peel
Every soul, every man, all he is,
In school was taught and break in bar,
But demon instinct call him to this:
So now he is brought through the bar,
And come never the stakes so high,
Lidless ego whined for a while,
But all he tastes was blood so nigh.