Voices eventually lose their place and become one of the stars. Sometimes you look up and wonder why they twinkle but mostly they get ignored.
You'll shrug and shake your head. Just something in the background that barley gets noticed.
But still exist....
One day maybe you'll be able to hear. All of the whispers as they quietly sing, yet from them everything is made. One day maybe you'll be able to see. They were the ones who paved the way.
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