I love the quiet ways of your memory
The quiet looks you give with a loving praise
The quiet secret of my mystery
Through my sadness, quiet night and days
The quiet mountains of the earth I love
The moving clouds, the sun, the dewy leaf
My quiet question of love that you gave to me
My quiet tearful grief
I love that quiet people that surround me
I love the quiet ways that we live
I know this quietness
Possesses a certain riskiness
But I know at the back of this quietness
It has a mystery
Mystery that I don't want to know
And I'm scared literally
And I'm scared literally
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