The Price

The price of that old feeling
Is what you could not tell
A night of scarcely knowing
A day of silent hell

The price of saying nothing
Of how our music plays
The notes flow on and on
They work in silent ways

Our absence from together
Can hardly matter now
A day, a year, a lifetime gone
We notice not somehow

The Price

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Joined May 2009

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