I hear the echoes of a sound so far away
I just don’t understand a single word they say...
I move closer so that I can better hear,
But when I do they always disappear…
I see the traces of a picture I have dreamed
But when I looked it isn’t what it seemed
Cause every time I made the colors flow...
I’m left with nothing but an empty show
I looked and looked and there at last I found…
A wondrous place with lots of wondrous sound,
There I have found the truth that set me free…
It wasn’t far, it’s just inside of me.
A new client talks attorney Stan Turner into acting as his executor and trustee of his estate if he should die. Stan reluctantly accepts, but when the client is murdered before the ink is dry on the paperwork, Stan realizes he has been set up and mus
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