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The softer my voice seems I walk like a shadow in the crowd, People pass, and ignore me For many years I have dwelt, Hundreds of tales I could tell Of things I have seen, The places I have been, But something's I have said pierce my soul, Because the thoughts I have, I have stole Come and see the truth of my Endless lie If you see me, don't just pass me by, Tomorrow my soul will scream no more, And my voice will be heard once more. Bryony Oldfield (bryonyoldfield@yahoo.com)
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