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A song rang through the dark silence of the night.
It was sung by a loud raucous voice and then joined by a voice that was meant to sing.
Every night.
Just that night, there wasn't a racket, no, the loud raucousness was not to be heard.
Only the one that was meant to sing could be heard.
Clearly.
The same melody, but the sound, thick and cracking towards the end of the song, the emotion and heartbreak evident.
The song never rang through the dark silence of the night afterwards.

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