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I wrote this during mid-June. I love you Michael. 
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
I cannot hear it thus how shall I breathe it?
Is it combined in the whistles and the breeze
Or in the single falling leaves?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
How do you say what you feel without being a prisoner?
A prisoner held hostage for eternity, even if he lived innocently
And how do you defend yourself, Darling Dear, against the liars and traitors, when they fight endlessly to take you to the oblivion?
Do you stop?
Do you fall?
Do you push?
Or do you continue to fly?
How do you do it, Darling Dear, how do you do it?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
When you are alone in the mist,
How do you worry?
How do you cry?
How do you sing yourself an aria of an lullaby?
And when you wish to say "I love you", how do you do it?
When words cannot be heard and all is fallen in the ocean of deafness,
How do you do it?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
What is your mechanism?
What is your defence?
Do you not require sound?
Are you a bird soaring above the skies, to God's paradise?
Shall the singers stop from today and let the dancers take charge of the dice?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Does your heart laugh for your mouth?
Or does your mind yell for your right?
Does the morning come and go on by and allow your feet to dance your words?
Tell me my lovely one,
Tell me now.
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Are you truly you?
Or do you feign and conjure?
Do you spend the days with Lacklustre?
Or are you happy to be silent, held with peace yet frustration?
Without your vocals are you are wiser now or are you hurt?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
How do you get on by without it?
Or maybe you indeed remain to possess the gift but I am too deaf to hear it...
Is it you?
Is it I?
Who is dumb?
Who is deaf?
Who is blind?
Is it you?
Is it I?
Or is it both?
Which one of our souls composes art?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Maybe it is hidden in the secrets of nature but I am ignorant
But the pain of this is too impatient for me to become wise
So join me and speak if you can
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Where is it, my lovely one?
Where Is Your Voice?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
I cannot hear it thus how shall I breathe it?
Is it combined in the whistles and the breeze
Or in the single falling leaves?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
How do you say what you feel without being a prisoner?
A prisoner held hostage for eternity, even if he lived innocently
And how do you defend yourself, Darling Dear, against the liars and traitors, when they fight endlessly to take you to the oblivion?
Do you stop?
Do you fall?
Do you push?
Or do you continue to fly?
How do you do it, Darling Dear, how do you do it?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
When you are alone in the mist,
How do you worry?
How do you cry?
How do you sing yourself an aria of an lullaby?
And when you wish to say "I love you", how do you do it?
When words cannot be heard and all is fallen in the ocean of deafness,
How do you do it?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
What is your mechanism?
What is your defence?
Do you not require sound?
Are you a bird soaring above the skies, to God's paradise?
Shall the singers stop from today and let the dancers take charge of the dice?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Does your heart laugh for your mouth?
Or does your mind yell for your right?
Does the morning come and go on by and allow your feet to dance your words?
Tell me my lovely one,
Tell me now.
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Are you truly you?
Or do you feign and conjure?
Do you spend the days with Lacklustre?
Or are you happy to be silent, held with peace yet frustration?
Without your vocals are you are wiser now or are you hurt?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
How do you get on by without it?
Or maybe you indeed remain to possess the gift but I am too deaf to hear it...
Is it you?
Is it I?
Who is dumb?
Who is deaf?
Who is blind?
Is it you?
Is it I?
Or is it both?
Which one of our souls composes art?
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Maybe it is hidden in the secrets of nature but I am ignorant
But the pain of this is too impatient for me to become wise
So join me and speak if you can
Where is your voice?
Where is it?
Where is it, my lovely one?
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