Trouble me not with your selfish woes.
Listen only for the hidden, desperate needs of
a moment past.
When love was absent and
innocence lost.
Hear not your own sorrow
for your sorrow knows not lost and abandoned and forsaken
cries.
When your true moment is at hand it comes not from your call
but from the call of a voice yet unheard... but by you.
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