Fifteenth Sign [Accidental Audio]

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[Anyone listening on the communicators tonight might be able to catch the sound of a young boy singing in a high clear voice.  He doesn't seem to be aware that anyone else is listening. ]

 
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
  Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
  Pursue the ceaseless way.
 
The world is round, so travellers tell,
  And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
  The way will guide one back.
 
But ere the circle homeward hies
  Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
  That leads me from my love.

[Will's song is a setting of one of A.E. Housman's poems from A Shropshire Lad.]

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Curious in a general way, I would think.

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