Sweet Silence
My motivations show no progress,
For the truth is hardly stressed,
Although little comfort it brings,
It would hardly matter,
To such bothersome things.
The score of the obnoxious hellions,
Keeps the grave laughter
In the room of mindless chatter,
For silence is rare,
An occasion found quite awkward.
But if it pleases me, I will listen to the noise.
For the truth is hardly stressed,
Although little comfort it brings,
It would hardly matter,
To such bothersome things.
The score of the obnoxious hellions,
Keeps the grave laughter
In the room of mindless chatter,
For silence is rare,
An occasion found quite awkward.
But if it pleases me, I will listen to the noise.
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