September 21, 2012
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I hear all the whispering
of things she never got to tell

Her adoring and watching daughter
she whispers and doesn't yell

Her words must be spoken softly
she always says to me

Words weren't meant to be hollered or screamed
it just wasn't meant to be

In her whispered words
she tells me how to love

She tells me how I should be seen
by the people up above

She tells me that to win a heart
I must be myself

That I can never hide
my face upon the shelf

She says if I want to be wise
I have to how to learn

For wisdom isn't handed to you
it's something you have to earn

And when all this has been said
she says 'my love I will always send'

Then she talks no more
and she is dead once again

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