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I bring my hand
gently to your mouth
quiet your voice
for I am certain
if you loose your words
into this twisted world
they’ll be distorted
if you raise your song
over this deafened land
it will be lost
should your truth escape
into this barren place
it will die
of loneliness
if you free your love
in this frigid time
there will be no place
it can find warmth
save here
within my hand
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rob kistner © 2009