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Some things are better leftunsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about somethings so beautiful,it can't expressed in words,and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a great place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man is Shawshank felt free。（有些东西还是留着不说为妙。我像她们该是在唱一些非常美妙动人的故事，美妙 得难以用言语来表达，美妙的让你心痛。告诉你吧，这些声音直插云霄，飞得比任何一个人敢想的梦还要遥远。就像一些美丽的鸟儿扑扇着翅膀来到我们褐色牢笼， 让那些墙壁消失得无影无踪。就在那一刹那，肖申克监狱的每一个人都感到了自由。）