the world waits for what we say
oh, we must have said everything already
the world still waits for what we really
have to say
because it knows we still have not spoken
what is in the heart
it waits for the hour before that
when only the truth is spoken
he spoke,
and passed away, mama didn't
i know, because like the world i keep on waiting
she carried it gladly
beyond a la
cummings
i am happy the world does not need really
to hear
none of the ear's business
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