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Do Not Speak

I know the way your poor heart grieves
Like rain upon the fallen leaves
I touch the tears upon your cheek
I beg you, do not speak
I beg you, do not speak

I place my hand upon the door
Just like so many times before
My rage is strong but my heart is weak
I hope you do not speak
I hope you do not speak

I shoulder up my walkin' load
I set my boots upon the road
I know not what it is I seek
But I pray you do not speak
I pray you do not speak

I walk for miles along the track
I feel your eyes upon my back
I cross a cold and cruel creek
I cannot hear you speak
I turn my eyes toward the peak
I cannot hear you speak

I cannot hear you speak
I cannot hear you speak

You do not speak....

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