Talking talk,
Talk to tree,
Talk to the sky,
Talk to the mirror.
Talk, talk and talk,
Let me talk with you,
Talking with each other
They all come together.
Talking-point is life,
But I am not like to
Talk down, anyone.
I know each one is
Unique in his place.
Now you are talking,
And I like to talk you over.
Talk shop is opened,
Come on dear, come on.
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