Findings:

• Let the earth hear his voice
• I could hear her thoughts
• before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• I can't think of anyone who could appreciate more than me your eyes and your voice
• And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
• You said you could hear the galaxy
• In his voice I heard decay
• I wish I could open his eyes
• I could not hear the echo of my steps as I descended nor the sounds of animals, for they were hiding
• though they could speak and had beautiful voices
• Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
• The sound of his voice
• I want to hear about his day in person
• if only he could hear my silent cries
• The Colour Of His Voice
• He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
• Mostly I hear you in my voice, as people do in dreams
• you can't hear my voice cause i'm not loud enough
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• Why is it that the voice that you don't want to hear always seems the loudest?
• The stories I could tell you, if you only were here to hear
• It is at that moment, I believe, that Sylvester finds his true voice
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• You could just pay someone else to LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU
• "Hey wouldn't it be cool if we could do this" rule
• The Little Engine that Could
• How one man could control the Senate
• He would shrink into the sky if he could
• I wish I could speak in code
• You could be the Willow, I could be the Wind.
• Thumbing down a ride when you could take the bus
• if you see a raven, don't throw stones; it could be me
• You can hear the singing of the dancing girls
• Can you hear me knocking?
• I Can Hear My Reflection
• The Fisherman and His Nets
• The Ass and His Purchaser
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
• "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
• his throbbing manhood
• It Was a Lover and His Lass
• Edgar A. Poe's life is reflected in his works.
• Left with his secrets, his picture and silence
• Wearing his fabrics
• no beer, so Henry orders a double espresso during his parole appointment
• His and Her Circumstances
• Leaves dancing at his feet
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IX
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• Justinian and his Attendants
• A man's home is his castle
• Is Death of a Salesman a tragedy and Willy Loman a tragic hero, or is his death merely the pathetic demise of a small man
• The old man and his bottle of spirits
• Papa Doesn't Love His Children Anymore
• The Voice of Thunder
• angry voice
• The Voice of Peace
• Windows XP Voice Recognition Software
• Voices of Masada
• She Stole My Voice
• Voice therapist
• I wish I could invent shit
• Things that could be
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• Penis for a day
• I could use some of that frenzy
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
• Just as it could not imprison itself with laws, impoverish itself with money or misguide itself with leaders, so it would not misrepresent itself with signs.
• if tables could express gratitude, this one did
• Five ways Trump could still lose
• I can hear you
• I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One
• No need to yell, I can hear your thoughts.
• volumes of words I need you to hear
• The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
• To His Mistress Going to Bed
• Kissing a man all over his face
• trumpet of his rump
• His Toniness
• A depressed Lincoln avoids talk of his broken engagement, January 20, 1841
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Author's Apology for his Book
• watch his heart turning into rock
• Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks
• Pointlessness had become his answer
• The cypress and the hemlock sing his requiem
• the wise mapmaker omits his home
• his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that
• You'd think a cookie killed his dog
• The sunny side of his face
• GOD EMPEROR OF DUNE DESIRES TO MATE WITH HIS BENE GESSERIT CONCUBINE
• An overabundance of plastic dinosaurs on his shelves
• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa... which I have!
• i set fire to his name
• Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
• Alien Voices
• Voice of the Martyrs
• Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
• The Two Voices
• Voices of Omens
• Prolific? Maybe. It could just be the mania.
• Screaming Bullet of Compact Imported Death, or: How I Found Out My Mazda Protege Could Go 130mph
• Solving a maze
• How could God let this happen?
• If you could see her through my eyes
• A monkey could direct epee
• how could you (user)
• How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?
• we could make sandwiches
• I wrote this stupid piece of shit now could you please connect it to the web
• My dreams could give you nightmares, baby.
• Waking up at 7:00 am to hear your cat puking
• Till I Hear It from You
• Why I cry when I hear
• Can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
• The General in his Labyrinth
• The Ass and His Driver
• An Irish Airman foresees his Death
• Zuigan calls his own master
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• Spike Jones and his City Slickers
• Cool, you can put a bullet in his head!
• An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
• Slay them all. God will know his own.
• The Sparrow and his Four Children
• A boy and his duck
• If a cop harasses you, take his badge number
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: III
• Georg Cantor: His Mathematics and Philosophy of the Infinite
• A father to his teenage son
• Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
• Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn
• Then, with near perfect timing, the hellhound widdled on his foot
• passive voice
• My Voice
• Village Voice Radio
• voice commander
• American Association of Electronic Voice Phenomena
• Culling Voices
• I could make a habit out of you
• It was the least I could do
• If only I could get into her head
• We could take our time
• I could tell you some stories
• Human Consciousness could be Immortal
• Tell me a story about taking whatever you could get
• To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of the women
• Can't you hear me knocking
• it's comforting to hear the old songs sung
• Toward his impossible light
• Tucker: The Man And His Dream
• His chocolate stained lips
• On His Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty-Three
• Giving a cat oral medication
• St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream
• Mick Foley winning his first WWF Championship
• Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
• Dividing his flocks
• The return of Beelzebub to his native plane
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VIII
• George W. Bush and His Foray into Nuclear Physics
• It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
• In the movie of his life, the part of Keanu Reeves will be played by a block of wood, and the critics will pan it for being too expressive
• King without his crown
• Upon the death of Levon Helm and while considering his friends
• Johnny Nolan has a patch on his ass
• When he removed his stilton sword from my fart valve, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to lap the colon cobra off his ample cock.
• A Voice in the Wilderness, Part I
• Oberheim Four Voice
• That sweet voice is the means of your coup, and I'm on the retreat
• The victory of the echo over the voice

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