Silent hills in the spring,
Silent winds at twilight,
Silent stars shine down on me,
Silent tears of heartless light.
Silence stalks the memory,
Of words and sights and sounds,
The rainbow is trivial compared to it all,
When to one's heart you give no call.
Watch the Weewoo flutter by,
Hear the Weewoo's wild cry,
Listen as my lips make wind,
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