The eyes do see, but they must not see
The mind does think, but it must not think
The heart does yearns, but it must not yearn
How can a smile be a smile when it is not a smile but a cry
Why can't the heart not talk
But if it talks will the heart ever listen?
How can I see you as a stranger when the heart knows you well
How can it be then that I live when I should not be
Is it not true that a poem makes the poet
How is it then that I'm still a poet
When the Poem is flying out of me
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