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That one breath was brief,
and silence never had broken.
The soul is smaller
than the strange, dark
eyes of the dead.
Is it real?
Real...
Oh,
A single thing, unambiguous
Heard in a single way
They tell us to hear
But instructions are the enemy
We will not hear
Listen we will
So many meanings
The beacon eludes us
