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Keenly, in the blaring silence

I learned to listen with my heart

When all’s too still and ears retire

A trumpeting conscience plays its part

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I learned to listen to my heart

As its booming got too loud to stifle

And all  I’ve tried, there’s no escaping

It’s like the superego seized a rifle

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The conductors of our hearts will lead us

To learn the tempo of sound choice

And so we mustn’t mute the proddings

Of a cacophonic inner voice

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