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Sep 2014
Tonight I heard
the voices of angles,
the beats of drums,
and the scats of skits.

Don't know if that made sense or not,
but it's the words I know
and the only words I got.

And together,
these voices like angles
and the beats like drums,
the skats that skits,
they made a harmonizing melody,
and my my heart began to flit!

It was beautiful!
This A Capella sound,
it was wondrous,
this singing that I have found.

These songs,
had no meaning,
as the voices who sang them did,
it made me happy,
young,
vibrant.
Like a kid.

These voices,
need only a moment,
to sing their hearts to their hearts' content,
makes a sinner,
fall to their knees and repent.

Songs of songs,
voices of voices,
they sure help,
when dealing with the noises.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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   Ayman Zain, --- and SPT
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