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All my books have empty pages
All those answers stowed away
Fade into an impotent gray
Fancy bars on fancy cages.

Years of words, acquired wealth
Yearned for once, now despised
And useless whether truths or lies;
A tower of babel lined with shelves.

No words to heal the wounded pride
Nor lift the life of humility.
Two words can seal eternally
Until two words divide.