Wonderful Days Unheard

Eleven rings, Twelve warm sounds
Nights are long, and strings are round
We warned their thoughts, gathered ideas
These days have vanished, staged off by years

Knowledge scams the ones lacking sense
A lot of men, torn apart by the unspoken lense
Reunite is you dare to sense more than today
A lot of women, torn apart by the unheard way

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