My soul sounds
The sound of far off drums, the heart of the tribe
awakens and rushes the blood of fury, a beastly vibe,
the sounds of life, Eden's garden,
calms heart's strife, a tranquil pardon,
to the strums of Zizi, and the Duke
can lift my spirit, and the dark they rebuke,
these are just a few sounds I fancy,
but the one i'd be captive to, is a gal's
singing voice or mew
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