It seems I always feel this way,
such yearning lingers in the air,
and yet, as I sit loudly laughing,
one won't see the quiet here.
It's sitting in that corner, silent, slightly hidden from your view.
Because I've learned to laugh is better than really trying to share with you,
for sharing's not the thing to do.
So I smile in this moment,
and bright it truly is for me,
except for all that hidden quiet that calls for me to set it free.
It's all I dream for,
secretly.
Oh won't you please be quiet with me?
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