Of all the words unspoken
And all the thoughts unthought,
Of all the hearts it's broken
And all the pain it's brought
There's still a little joy left for it to bring
A little song left for it to sing
A little pain it's got to heal
Another soul it's got to steal
Another pill it's got to take
Another visit it's got to make
Another cry it has to cry
Another death it has to die
Because of all the words unspoken
And all the thoughts unthought
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