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By Stephen Date: 2003 Sep 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.29.00.48.17179]] |
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What whispers could tell Across a table so deep A thought so shallow Words so hallow With the meaning Meaning such nothing A few byes Here and there Loud and clear What is there to hear? I may not need words to explain I understand from your face The contours in strain Written like postal stamps To foreign lands I'll never visit Can never afford to see It doesn't hurt to hear you go As much as it hurts to really see Your absence |