If every word in the world requires
Another word to explain it
We will never get done with talking
If every sound in the world requires
A symphony to express its longing
We will never get done with singing
The simple phrase I love you
To everyone in the world
It's entirely unexplainable
A jolt that takes us to a holy place
For a few seconds or a lifetime
Where the words take off their clothes
And expose their true raiment
Honey-colored in the silence
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