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In silent noise, the whispers scream, A paradox of quiet dread.
The shadows dance, a twisted dream,
In silent noise, the whispers scream.
A mocking jest, it would seem, To haunt the living, raise the dead.
In silent noise, the whispers scream, A paradox of quiet dread.
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