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Silence comes and silence goes Always the same old highs and lows, The highs are rare but it’s me that’s weak, Everyone has an evil streak, You see me now, though I try to hide I say I’m fine, but I could’ve lied, Death has come, like before, It’ll be here again, I’m fairly sure, The wall breaks down and the river flows, Silence comes and silence goes.

Answer #1

I like it, very nice poem.

Answer #2

NIce!

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