How did they filled the silence,
Before music filled the air?
Was it with the sound of pain,
Or was it the sound of solitude ?
Was it the sound of turning pages,
Or a pen against a piece of paper?
Was it the tink of a cup being placed,
Or the puff of smoke, leaving the pipe?
Did they even try to fill the silence?
Or did they revel in the sound of nothing?
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Life and Randomness
RandomThis is practically a book that is composed completely of what ever I feel like putting down. If anyone has a problem with what I put then feel free to tell me .
