If silence is golden, what's the value of gold
What are we holding when our tongues have grown cold
Silence is but the absence of sound
Empty hands pass nothing around
Silence means no sweet songs to hear
No encouraging words to ward off fear
Silence, the beginning of the end
Another missed chance to make a friend
Silence, how does it differ from death
It's sadder for it has a wasted breath
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