In my travels I have found there are too many words
Mud in an otherwise clear pool
From Babel on unending, til kingdom finally come
People, I fear, are destined to confuse
Emotion, unlike speaking, is the bridge between our selves
People, I have found, are people, no matter where
Were but there only two of us, my love and I alone
For two people with nothing easily share
When thus my words betray my thoughts, give thought to thought my dear
Share my sentiment instead and in that, the truth, you'll hear
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