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There is a mist of quiet silence
that summons the pain

The loud that rings of voices in tune
out of tune like rain

one which draws the other near
to heart, to mind, to ear

One which calls to the other
in hope and destitute and fear

And in the silence and in the loud
my voice it sings

because the sound of pain, joy, gain
are blessings that ring

And in you I find me and shutter at the sight
For its brilliant, brilliant and bright.

And I cling to that image for fear that its wrong
as yours is not mine, I dont belong.

So when I touch your gentle hand and when I beg those words of you
you say mine,  you're beautiful too

And the loud and the noise are distant at best
For you- I ignore, I rest.