History repeats itself inside my head
Like echoes in a canyon
Long after the initial shout
Losing at last what the shout was about
And so we read into what we hear
Imagining what it is we felt
When we let the fell words fall,
And translate that which we thought
We said into what we need said now
Feeling from it what we need to feel,
Not exactly what we felt at the start,
Thinking the whole time
How nothing has changed
When everything always does,
And when we shout again
Our new shout falls on ears
We know might never hear
What is we actually said.
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