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The Hunger Games Meme  1/10 characters

I begin to sing. At the window, in the shower, in my sleep. Hour after hour of ballads, love songs, mountain airs. All the songs my father taught me before he died, for there has certainly been very little music in my life since. My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, turns into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.