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Your vanished voice pervades my head

Like fanfare from the past

That echoes out from brazen bones

In haunted, hollow blast.

The dirge that now distracts my mind

Was born from joyous hymn.

But aeons intervene to turn

That golden cadence grim.

Like tunes that played in serenade

For courts of bygone year,

Your whispers danced within my dreams.

Now nightmare's all I hear.

The spectre of your silence looms

Above the song you left.

Its ghostly notes remain alone

From symphonies you reft.