the language of silence.
That those vivid circles that o'er the lip play
With the light flash of lightning, our feelings portray!
With the light flash of lightning, our feelings portray!
There's a silence that speaks in the low hectic tinge,
And the brilliancy sparkling beneath the dark fringe;
And the throbs heard to beat in that fast-fading form,
Tell a far sadder tale than the lip could have borne.
And the brilliancy sparkling beneath the dark fringe;
And the throbs heard to beat in that fast-fading form,
Tell a far sadder tale than the lip could have borne.
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