When I hear that voice
My viscera falls
And my heart does somersaults.
It's the voice of a poet
And an angel the same
It tickles my ears
And calls my name.
How can a voice
Express so much pain?
How does this voice know my name?
A harp or a bass drum
This voice has such range
It tickles my ears
And calls my name.
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