Maybe those with failing words are traveling ever deeper into realms where words do not avail
:- Doug.
Feed me with the chance that I an undefended elder could be
Our songs meander on curving paths discovering perchance building
only without words do our voices carry all they can say
Need no proof: try and see.
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