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Nov 2012
I, many sounds surround
To define, to discuss meaning of
To like, to speak badly of
To relate, to follow the flow of

But as one speaks, another one follows
As a group rattles, the words become hollow
And as in the crowd, you can't hear clearly no more
You've been dazzled by indefinable sound,
Noise created with anti-noise at its core

One day you'll walk through the London streets
Thinking deeply, daydreaming fiercely
How come it cannot distract you, all that surrounds
Bundled conversations are a new type of sounds
Written by
Dalionzo
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