Sit back and enjoy the parade as words speak their own minds, express their souls, finally articulate the life blood flowing through their hearts. What? You didn't know they had it in them? Listen in your own head. Aren't fusty old words lurking there ready to step out of the wings and up to the microphone? Listen while these ancient words break their long-held silence. The story they tell is an old one, but no matter. Who can narrate the tale of heartbroken youth searching for his lost lover better than these old words? They were present, after all, millennia ago when the story was first told. They know the truth of it. They know the truth of everything.