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When Silence Speaks
Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay,
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not stay,
what I would give for one more day.
You went on your way,
no more running at play.
When silence speaks through a singing blue jay,
all I can do is now pray.
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Paula Goldsmith
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