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The Walls
Noises coming from the walls.
No ones hears it but me.
Bu oh the noises from the walls.
They raise such a racket,
the noises from the walls.
People say I am crazy,
but there are noises coming from thoes wallls.
People can not hear it
but a noise that the wall does produce
Till my ears bleed in pain,
from the noises from the walls.
You say I am crazy.
That the walls are not making a sound.
Yet come and take a listen,
and you shall hear the noises from the walls.
No ones hears it but me.
Bu oh the noises from the walls.
They raise such a racket,
the noises from the walls.
People say I am crazy,
but there are noises coming from thoes wallls.
People can not hear it
but a noise that the wall does produce
Till my ears bleed in pain,
from the noises from the walls.
You say I am crazy.
That the walls are not making a sound.
Yet come and take a listen,
and you shall hear the noises from the walls.
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