"i don't know what silence means"
and then, at 2:48, that voice that cuts through with the lucid, purifying certainty of spring's first sunlight.
i dream. i dream.
that just bowls me over. she can sing with the old woman voice the whole way through, and the reason that it's not some lame artifice is that it leads up to, and makes possible, that moment.
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