Tear is a secret smile is a secret love is a secret
My tear, that night, was a smile of love
I am not a story you read aloud not a song you sing not a voice to hear or a thing for you to see for you to know
I am a common pain you only scream me
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A tree speaks to the forest grass to the desert star to the galaxy and I speak to you tell me your name give me your hand tell my your story give me your heart I have found your roots With your lips, I have told the story of lips and my hands recognize yours.
In a bright solitude, I have cried with you for the living, and in a dark graveyard, I have sung with you the most beautiful ballads because the dead, this year, were the most loving among the living.
Give me your hands your hands know mine I speak to you, my late find like a cloud to the storm grass to the desert rain to the ocean bird to the spring like a tree speaks to the forest
Because I understand your roots because my voice knows your voice.