In silence sweet, 
we tread our feet, 
in sands on shores of time. 
Seeing past the rhythmic beat, 
and truly touching those we meet, 
is why our only weapon is our rhyme. 
But as it’s said, (or so I’ve read,) 
words are dozens by the dime. 
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In silence sweet, we tread our feet, in sands on shores of time. Seeing past the rhythmic beat, and truly touching those we meet, is why our only weapon is our rhyme. But as it’s said, (or so I’ve read,) words are dozens by the dime.

In silence sweet, 
we tread our feet, 
in sands on shores of time. 
Seeing past the rhythmic beat, 
and truly touching those we meet, 
is why our only weapon is our rhyme. 
But as it’s said, (or so I’ve read,) 
words are dozens by the dime. 
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