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Nothing is said.
Words are spoken yet nothing is said.
Can't always speak whats in my head.
Laying here with the inability to sleep.
Sometimes my secrets, i must keep...
Can't always speak whats in my head.
Laying here with the inability to sleep.
Sometimes my secrets, i must keep...
Published 24th Jun 2014
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Very nice, reminds me of the song sounds of silence... It's amazing how nothing will occur without talking, no orders, no production, no sales, no paycheck. And yet, it seems so often, nothing is said. I would have liked to see more stanzas, what are the secrets, how are things done, how to share with others, when nothing is said....
