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I am surrounded by a crowd,
But from all directions, silence is calling out.
People are like figures carved in stone,
I look towards them
But stones cannot see where I am looking.
I rang so many bells
But still
From all directions, silence is calling out.
My voice echoes in the air,
This single being of mine makes so much noise!
The heart screams and goes "thump, thump",
The crackling of my breathing loudly complains,
In my veins blood flows swiftly
like a river in flood.
This noise from deep inside me
Mixes with the sounds of the wind.
This noise of silence
May it not work on me,
And the deep stillness of everything
May it not turn me into stone.
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