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watch in silence
don't tell the dark secrets the winter wind cries more frozen tears than all the sad children hastened too quickly from a time of laughter and innocence watch in silence as I walk this path of solitude heavily, secrets grow, as the years mark me also I sometimes drown in my sea of heartbreak... where was the springtime joy I should have found? behind the mask where the weight of time and years of haste break my feeble back? watch no more the silent years of youthful waste, rather, welcome the other side of summer the autumn of wisdom -- a time to learn rejoicing to forget the voiceless introspection and to speak loudly, at last, for all to hear! squeeze my hand, gaze into my eyes my secrets imprison me no longer watch me give them airborne freedom for I am no longer alone this new path leads to freedom and love ...as long as you follow as long as you follow 24 april, 2006 (24 lines)
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