The song escapes me / The Sculptor Sinks, Thinks, Sings

And these words, they never finish leaving me, the song escapes me as I believe I can hear it. Its beginning is always absent. I wasn’t there. The muted perturbation of the song is the interval between the words I cannot remember. Maybe it will never be named.

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