The Soud of Silence
Listening but there is no noise
No sound at all
The space is empty
They scream but there is no response
Something in the air but nothing there
Moving in the darkness but nothing happens
Looking but not seeing
Movement without reaction
Emptiness but vastness
Loudness but without tone
They were found in the ultimate zone
This is the Sound of Silence
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