Talk
Talk as if I’m not hear
Talk until you turn blue
Talk as if I’m def
Talk, because I’m not scared of you
Talk to your friends
Talk till it gets old
Talk like your big
Talk, go ahead you’ve been told
Talk to the moon
Talk to a tree
Talk to the ground.
Talk, cuz you don’t scare me
Talk to him
Talk like I’m missing
Talk to her
Talk, cuz I ante listening
Talk to the sky
Talk to air
Talk to the clouds
Talk, because I don’t care
Talk to the walls
Talk to the rain
Talk to them
Talk, cuz your words bring me no pain
Talk to the valleys
Talk, talk, talk,
Talk the books
Talk, because away I walk
Talk to the mountains
Talk to the ocean blue
Because I’ve no time
For people like you
This book
Over and over
This book has passed
Though his hands
The hands of a teacher
Warn with time
Aged with knowledge
Never violent always calm
It passed though his hands
But not now
Now it sets in new hands
Foreign hands
Never to pass though his again
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