I'm trying to hear that.
When the rumbling disguises itself,
And the mumbling relieves.
An echo competes,
the distance.
I'm trying to hear that.
You will find a message in anything.
They rewind and erase,
My record rotates,
The present.
I'm trying to hear that,
A tempo that's free in white noise.
It's simple to play,
A melody thrives,
Live and direct...
The baseline test.
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