There are no words in the land of silents
No wind no grass no trees
No butterflys or roses
No hills or bummble bees
There is no light to brighten
The deepest darkest day
There are no stars to gently
Take all the fear away
It's like thatfor a reason
From the times of ancient lore
If there were words in the land of silent
Then it would be silent no more.
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