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You Over there Beyond the hill
Have nothing to say
Yet can't keep still —
Have nothing to do
But mimic me
And double the words
That I set free,
Garrulous ghost!
Garrulous ghost.

Maybe you'd say
In your defense
No echo practices
Reticence,
And the repartee
Of a voice's ghost
Makes conversation
As good as most!
As good as most.
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