When the words seem to escape,
Fade in the breath in which we all breath,
And the words are lost and never spoken,
Because of fear or nerves,
What is the worth of the lost words,
And all that it may bring as the air is populated by them,
Words in which may of needed to be spoken,
Yet escaped like a fleeting memory,
Just to come and go just like the tide
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