A blabber mouth,
Tongue full of doubt.
Melodious sounds,
From a disbanded band.

The mute spoke,
The deaf listened.
The lame stood,
The blind pored.

For love’s speaker knows no bound,
For love is profound.
For love’s a sky,

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