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There is a constant drone gently tapering off
Something like horns, instruments of the wind
Long and drawn out
Haunting strings that don't last, without a break
Silence in-between, while I catch my breath
Peace, this is peace
Where I close my eyes, and drift
I can't stay here forever listening
I wouldn't if I could
I'm momentarily conditionally present
Conducting business you might say
Until my name is called
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
There is a constant drone gently tapering off
Something like horns, instruments of the wind
Long and drawn out
Haunting strings that don't last, without a break
Silence in-between, while I catch my breath
Peace, this is peace
Where I close my eyes, and drift
I can't stay here forever listening
I wouldn't if I could
I'm momentarily conditionally present
Conducting business you might say
Until my name is called