Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
Your voice wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
My voice, wanders in your heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
He strides down the hall and halts when he hears the muffled sounds of screaming.
I hear the muffled sounds of crying in a distance and know who is making them.
I could hear the muffled sounds of the party through the door-ice clinking in glasses, spontaneous riots of laughter, a faint thread of music.
