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Someday, near the latter

you'll hear my whisper in all the chatter,

and wonder down the stairs of heaven

passed floors five, six, and seven.



My lips, their kiss

ache to love, cry to try

one more time as you pass by.



My bleeding heart hopes to die,

and this body my ghost will give up in the latter

if you can't hear my thunder above the chatter.