A Quiet Voice
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Barry Middleton
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the voice is quieter now
but it is always near
it whispers from the trees
defeating every fear
it beckons me to come
and rest there in the wood
someday I know I will
someday I know I should
and I will not resist
the counsel of the shade
the voice is waiting there
as pain and sorrows fade
it comforts me to know
it speaks to me of fate
it whispers from the wood
where ferns and lilies wait
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