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Published: 2012-05-07 17:01:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 111; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 6
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Notice me,Is not the dime,
Printed on the line.
Shout loudly,
And be seen by the crowd,
Speak softly and be known so fully.
Scream if you must,
And weave the lines,
That form the underground.
But in this script,
The actors write the lines,
And the cameras are our eyes.
Scream if your gonna,
The tea is brewed for you,
When you lose your voice someday.
A kind gesture,
Is simply done by nature,
As the snow has to melt and turn to brown.
But then again,
Maybe its all nature's way,
Of seeing just who is a okay.
As the megaphone shorts out,
And the lungs grow tired when heads turn,
With feet walking on by saying their goodbyes.
As the times go by,
The voices loud begin to fade,
as time takes the strength away.
Notice me,
Was the dime,
Printed yesterday.