While the children laughed
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So I close my eyes
Till I can't see the light
And I hide from the sound
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And there's no one around
I won't breathe a word
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So I close my eyes
Till I can't see the light
And I hide from the sound
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And there's no one around
I won't breathe a word
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Some people don't like silence and have to fill these voids with pointless words. The real power of silence is being with someone who knows what you're thinking without asking. It's all in the eyes, they are the entrance to the soul..
Silence is golden, but my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden, but my eyes still see
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