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In The Voice Of Silence!

In The Voice Of Silence!

I had a voice in my silence to talk to you,
But you never heard;
As did I had tête-à-têtes with you,
That were never listened.

And here I am, now with greying hair;
Listening your confession, yet I lost my hair.
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