Whispers

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Trees have no ears, but yet hear

I have ears but cannot hear

You, my dear, are the only one who heard

But you are not enough

And my pain must cease

The knive could not end

So again I tell you

Of my deep suffering and sorrow

My love,

I fear you must wait until Heaven to touch my face

I cannot exist anymore here,

Not hearing or seeing the objects and sources of joy.

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