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I am without a sound,
I am but an ocean of longing I am but a scream buried in your ground Now I hear My very own whisper My very own heart
For each movement you make A new sense... a new existence inside of me My body brought back to live
A blink or wink or a tear..your very own voice Revives me like a child
Do not thank me
When you hear me sing
"Hold me like a child I am not alive until you do"
Will you hold me, if not with your hands then with your eyes..
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