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Thy silence is thine friend
Aye, ye art Deaf, yet Sir Silence’s with thou
Alight, rejoice, thou should be a merrier
For He, yes, Him who give you the words
For what is yet to come, thy silence shall be noisy
Oh, thine love, her heart voices like a heaven
But thee must have thy honey, for a bee, to feed them
Rejoice, merry, and thy joy shall repeat, rejoice and merry
Open thy silence!
© Ismael Mansoor
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