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Silence Speaks volumes,
Even in empty rooms,
Silence is always loud,
It always screams and shouts,
The loudest noise that you hear,
Tells tales of far and near,
Stories of lost innocence,
And acts of quiet acquiescence,
The emptiness that sorrow brings,
The joy you feel at achieving,
The amazement at mysteries and myths,
The fear of loss and the crypts,
Silence is love, happiness and joy,
It is proud, and is coy,
Silence is loss, grief and Vice,
It is humble and sometimes nice.
Puzzles, emotions or confessing,
Every Silence has some meaning,
Sometimes lost, never undeterred,
The echoes of Silence must be heard.