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The Memory of The Sound

Haven't you yet found
that perfect little spot,
where every little toil & care
seems to bother you not;

While hiding in this warm
even your own special nest,
you care is not for what
should happen to the rest?

You've found that special peace
where your heart is content,
hidden from the beauty
that meets your blinded scent;

Tell me now what good it is
this place here you have found,
when all that's left of life is
the memory of the sound?