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I spoke upon a staggered wall
my words they went unheeded
I tried to get my message through
I thought that it was needed
The winds they blew the grass did grow
the water from the brook did flow
I looked out at the world apart
until my eyes grew tired
I wondered why a man as I continued to make sense
The lovely yellow rose of spring still pricks me when I grasp
the winter's ice still burns my tounge
the flagpole I'm stuck fast
A word or two sung to deaf ears can make an awful sound
Step off that stool your standing on
place your ear on the ground
And listen to the sound of nil
as you are whisked around
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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