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I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence for which music alone finds the word,
And the silence of the woods before the winds of spring begin,
And the silence of the sick when their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths of what use is language?
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities—
We cannot speak.
~ E L Masters ~
In the Cracked photo essay.
Also by Bailey Cooper
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