| Far Fade Whisper |
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| The man with papercuts who lives nearby |
| Won’t remember what you said |
| The tales of joy you probably meant to tell |
| To him, would just easily fly by |
| Born to a crystal clear nice family |
| His whole life honest, at least he tried |
| His office may seem like a boredom to us |
| But it’s his sweet dear lullabye |
| Something’s better when you think it is |
| Something’s nicer when your mind’s king has cast off his guards |
| Listen, listen, they come whispering |
| Listen, listen, listen hard. |
