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From across the feeble cobble stone yard Standing firm and in silence, so silent, Hushed tones, sweetly whispered by the winds bard:
Never harsh or absurdly violent— Words, never intended to defile: Standing firm and in silence, so silent.
Not the stones, nor the vines, nor the strong tile Utter the humble words clothed in silence— Words, never intended to defile.
Shadowed secrets, cradled within penance, Kept forever by the cobbled stones who Utter the humble words clothed in silence.
Grasped and held by the fortunate few. Instilled and maintained in whispered tones Kept forever by the cobbled stones who:
Who in wisdom listen to all the moans From across the feeble cobble stone yard. Instilled and maintained in whispered tones, Hushed tones, sweetly whispered by the winds bard.
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