I also imagine that in addition to the library of books, the Giver also had an "audio library" of all the songs ever written that he could play through the speaker on the wall. –estrellaSMC, prologue to The Greatest Story Ever Told

He shouldn't play it, he knows. Not because of the rule – they wouldn't dream of applying that to him – but for his own sake. To hear the word aloud, in such a context, is as great an agony as any memory he possesses.

But there are some kinds of pain that one cannot bear not to feel. A paradox, yes, but one that every Receiver understands.

So he presses the button, and the voices of five long-dead young men resound through the Annex. He hears, and he remembers.

"...because love grows where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me!"

Disclaimer: The world is Lois Lowry's. The detail is estrellaSMC's. The lyrics are Edison Lighthouse's. The image is from "Top of the Pops". The combination is mine.