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Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021 |
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Until you speak with your own voice only
Until you speak with your own voice only she will not go with you She will not go into the woods to name the trees Will not be with you to shake their branches Not with you to catch their letters as they fall Lonely without speech and uninformed Never to sing every song that ever was sung
you may seek adventure to forget her you may follow another to defy her you may join in each dance to ignore her Without her you say you are living Without her you know you are not
When you speak with your own voice only She will come with you in this little harsh world |
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Hastings 2018 |