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Speak to me in fragments of a dead languageUntil our tacit tongues burst into a silent storm.It's a long way back and this is all we have.Save your words, let your eyes do all the talking love.Let's be scavengers of meaning in the meaningless.It's a long way back and this is all we have.So we talked - talked like amnesiacsWith a chest full of memoriesand no ink left in the archives.And you turned - turned like the weathervaneand drifted away on a cloud of maybes.My words, my wordsdon't fail me now.I need this communication.My words, my wordscome through me now.I'm channeling this thing somehow. From Letras Mania