from where comes the love,
comes the pool of fear,
the fright of interrogation,
guilt,
i hear.

from where comes the mourning,
late afternoon,
and evening,
comes the spirit,
and singing,
dancing, ringing.

i hear the bells,
the crows,
the chaffinch,
and it shows,
my hearing.

from where comes the whistling,
comes the pool of tears,
the laughter we hear.
here

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