Quietly we are sitting there.
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Touched by silence.
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Everything else has disappeared.
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Time goes by,
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but still everything is silent.
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Suddenly you can hear the rustling.
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The flames stands high.
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You can hear the beams fall
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when they hit the floor,
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but still everything is silent.
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The silence is unbroken.
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Strengthened by the silent puff of wind
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we sit there all by ourselves.
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Nothing trembles us from our trance.
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The satisfaction consist of other peoples pain.
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Silence
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| Penitent |
