like a shepherd leading his flock,
echoing down its entire length,
echoing footsteps,
march in your head
you wait patiently for silence
echoing, echoing, echoing.
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| The stamp of feet on the corridor heard like a shepherd leading his flock, echoing down its entire length, echoing footsteps, march in your head you wait patiently for silence echoing, echoing, echoing. |
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