In anguish and pain you moan to me,
I strive hard to listen --
Silence I see
Whispers I feel
Pitch black is what i hear
Hello?
I pain to unfathom the meaning of you,
I strive to understand the whispers and clue.
Which language you speak, my friend to me?
What words you say that strike empty ears?
A new thought dawns on me --
Maybe it's me, not you at fault-
I have been rather deaf all along.
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