I am no connoisseur of words But I know its power To know when I have none
When no strings of words Can touch someone's heart When to my own ears It sounds like a facade
I am no connoisseur of words But I know its power Because once I wielded it high
Now I listen in silence Echoes of distant voices Some were blunt Some in-between the lines
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