echo
gaudior all that we do is a feeble echo of greatness.

all that we can do is that greatness.

exceed limitations,
defy belief.
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marjorie The feeling the returns back to you
Much more intense than any echo
It spirals into your mind
Burrowing deep
Making your hair stand on end
Echo upon echo will never make this.
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Shugarhi Melodic laughter
Carries
From afar,
Bouncing off trees
Only to reach our ears
Exhausted.
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psychobabe Thereís something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that youíre so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear?
Something Iím not seeing
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear?
Something Iím not seeing
Something infinitely interesting

Thereís something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
Like suddenly something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing

Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear?
Something Iím not seeing
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear?
Something Iím not seeing
Something infinitely interesting
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unhinged there's something about the look in your eyes,
something i noticed when thel ight was just right.
It reminded me twice that i was alive,
and it reminded me (that) you're so worth the fight.
my biggest fear will be the
rescue of me...strange how
it turns out that way.
could you show me, dear...something i've not seen. something infinitely interesting.
There's something about the way you move,
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing.
More subtle than something someone contrives,
your movements echo that i've seen the real thing.
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you,
it's strange how it turns out that way.
could you show me dear...something i've not seen?...something infinitely interesting.

incubus
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unhinged woah 011221
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Rhin "Our echoes roll from soul to soul and grow forever and forever." - Tennyson 021222
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not important happier times echo
in the pieces
where you used to be
but now nothing is there to comfort
but the sound
in a memory
of happier times
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ferret true, very true, like the echo of your voice in my mind saying that i was right. saying that i was right all along. saying that all that i suspected was right. ok, it's all over now. we can go back to sleep now. 030702
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sixteen Bobby, do you remember? the echo in the mall, clear plastic hanging windows and the scent of new, overpriced clothing.

And danny and me and you and kelli stopping and yelling to hear our own voice come back to us, uncommonly faithful to their home body.
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reue theres something about echoing rooms in a house that makes me very uncomfortable. it doesn't feel livable. my apartment was like that until i got a lot of furniture into it. i'd hate to be in the living room for any extended period of time. felt cold. 040105
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Bizzar I came here to post incubus lyrics. Beaten twice :\

But...

there IS something about the look in your eyes...
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divine madness an echo; an inspiration
a thought; deeply mimcked by the one inside
and outside we stand as our curiosity takes a hold of us and our thoughts vanish as though they never existed...
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drbvd ugfzugu #š. 040302
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misstree so often,
i saw the demon_prince in him.
a particularly enthused movement.
a subtly dangerous grin.

but these are echoes,
similar streaks of paint,
and on the important points;
there is no shown cruelty,
and thus there is trust;
and there is passion and laughter,
and thus he is blessedly human--

and now,
now the echoes don't throw me
because the painting has taken on
full shape, and
my mind isn't making clouds
into objects anymore,
filling in the blanks.
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girl_jane I love this word. 040303
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mt (i showed it to the boy, and that was when
a shell cracked, and Poet began mumbling.)
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e^2 deep and cool and quiet place, resounding
lifting surfaces, reflecting-refracting
dripping stones, high marble cliffs
where sound so precious is no word
is spoken without being offered in return:
here, in this cave with walls unseen as memories,
the cursed child hides, in dark so dank and close
there is no room for sound, she returns your every gift
in starving cold, has nothing else to give,
no voice but yours in speaking to her,
no words but those sheís given, all
she has to say in all her hidden life,
and even then the only sounds that trail toward ending:
the only thing she tells you, is the last thing you have ever said,
your own breath coming back to you
from damp and deathly places,
your phantom noise reflection in the cave pool
where your pale face wavers, where you find your twin,
yourself, a wretched ghost
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Staind_And_Souless An echo of you. Almost you. We both know the truth. We hide it. It's easier talking this way, right? I love you. You hate me. But as another person...... we can learn anew. 050219
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echo empty and ringing
with other_peoples_words
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