wb :

what mean i say when love upon my lips
and through thin air the strings of open hearts
proclaim light music faintly harmony
but hearing only feeling does not make
when what is how and everything between
is nothing then behold it as it seems
amidst all noise a signal in the dark
a through the madness paper number guide
show you its purpose to decipher white
and nothing own themselves can tell of things
play tunes and fury blind and rhyme but sound
means what we mean to nothing mean it else
the word no more it means than what it was

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