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What is there to say to him who knows the answer but still asks?
To him who looks with burdened eyes
But masks the sorrow with a dry smile and a pile of fines and thank you’s?

But if speech should prevail and pity boil over the brims of curious care
Speak. Speak love. Then ask, to pierce the asker

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