Passages of loneliness

Burn brilliant in their caverns

Striving for the surface

From the winding shadows

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A frail string of words

Breaches through and resounds

As a dead language

Drowned out

Under song bird harmonies

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They are lost in these ballads

In these colorful trills

Engulfed by the haze

Of their beauty and bedlam

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The full story breaks free

In the dead of night

Not a word out of place

As they ripple through time