I hear a sound,
drum in my ear.
Of crystal droplets,
from streaming tears.
A distant murmur,
or a hissing sound.
A weeping mourner,
a heavy pound.
A sudden splash,
or a humming ring,
when metals clash,
or glasses clink.
But the sound of words,
when they appear.
Will bring some joy,
to a tinnitus ear.
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