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With or without understanding words Written on my pages that not my concern After grating between two fingers You may turn over from one to another I am not in pain at all nor am I here To tell you the meaning of meaning I hold in-between two lines Nor do I give you advices to re-open Or to close the chapters, it is up to you As I am not only for ideas arranged In alphabetical order by the names Of topics or authors and kept in libraries I am more than those: a living symbol Of your weakness in hearing, a sign Of your forgetfulness: a burning example Of incapacity of your memory and speech Before misbehaving with me remember this.