I talk to myself
I speak to no one else
My voice is unheard
I speak not a word
I talk and interrupt not
The sound of a pin drop
My speech is lost
As if in a metal workshop
The sound of my voice
Goes eternally unheard
Like in the bustle of the city
The song of the bird
No one gains from the knowledge I impart
No one knows the thoughts of my heart
No one shows a single care
For my voice no one can hear.
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