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\"Note9<\/a><\/p>\n

Do you hear that sound breaking through the trees?
\nHush, you must listen<\/span><\/p>\n

For it is the whistling of a message as it dances in the breeze.
\nDo you hear the whispers speaking in the night?
\nHush, you must hear them
\nAs they scatter out their warning and quickly take to flight
\nDo you hear a voice speaking out of tune?
\nHush, for it is singing
\nA warning from afar as it reaches from the moon.
\nDo you hear a shouting breaking out in force?
\nHush and heed its warning.
\nThe world shudders in fear not knowing its source.
\nDo you hear the screams that belt across the sky?
\nHush and listen for there is dancer in the night.
\nAs the voices blend in choral sounds and warns us of the blight
\nThe sounds, the whispers, the voices, shouts and screams
\nAre calling for redemption
\nFor an end that is not a dream
\nBut a nightmare cloaked in darkness as we cower in its fold.
\nDo you hear a silence that has settled in the world?
\nHush and listen for we are saved
\nAs the sun begins to glisten and the light at last unfurls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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