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we who condemn mild temperaments often do not learn what lesson teach best we are too fierce for that our wit is vexed by something so quite and clever our chatter is bold crash and clatter frustrated by something so calm our big mouths are always announcing wait there quiet, talk, and finally conversation upstairs, downstairs, and outside sitting quietly in my room I want to... no instead we take tall glasses and tales likewise smoke and mirrors laid lengthwise on a weeknight we stay out late giving speech to every small and feeble victory over silence, quite pauses wait there is quite, talk, and finally conversation Letras de canciones upstairs, downstairs, outside even in my room I want to hang the dj but if I had the courage to stand without my knees rattling one against another From Letras Mania