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Do our whispers wish to be heard and disappear into gentle ears? or perhaps into thousands of airs? Maybe some of them are cries for help in disguise hanging around lost and waiting to be heard someday? Does anyone of this matter when they are from a lonely soul in an empty arena?? Can such whispers be called an act of catharsis from his damnation or a swan song without a melody to show the gaps of his past and close them once and for all?? or an eternal dance to make the city rain of people someday in the future even if he will be long gone at that time??