You lend me your ears.
You give me your time.
And you newer know how much it means.
To be here in honest,
in laughter,
or tears.
It makes a moment,
creating a life.
Oh these silent holes,
this wind of peace,
oh garden in the city.
May they newer dissepear,
but continue recreate and give.
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