There are unspoken words that run around looking for a hearing
There
silent words behind the mask of lips fearful
There are words
captive in a prison of past fatal
There
submissive words of a weak heart
won by reason
there looking pained words with other
cause more pain.
your words are mine that brought the breeze Freca
There are words of both were always beautiful vehicle
And your words, love, are the seed
to till our land
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