Reflecting what we receive
Amplifying, dampening
Creating a sonic weave
But we are not simply walls
Echoing each and every sound
It would be a noisy world indeed
If we repeated every word we found
Some vibrations from years past
Still echo in your voice today
Others have been lost
Once strong, now faded away
Once, twice, a few times
The echos may combine
Forming echoes which seem new
The recipe, sublime
You are not a passive echo
As if selecting tools, not toys
Together, we can resonate
and be echoes of more than noise
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