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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I didn't write that, but I know who did, so I'm not stealing.
So this is it.
How it's gonna be.
It's quiet, here...I like it.
I feel like I'm inside my own cave.
Instead of wanting to put my hands over my ears I want to perk my head up and listen.
Hear the silence with all the noises?
Ooooooh, I can hear it, you will too, if you listen.
Or maybe you can't because your noises are different from mine.
I'm sorry.
Or maybe I'm not, because you may like your noise.
I like mine.
It's amazing.
And all the colors.
Can you hear the colors??!!
I can see your colors, and they're different, too.
Maybe we can sit together and listen to our own silence.
It's so beautiful.
I like sitting here with you.
We don't have to say anything.
It means alot just to be here.
I'd really rather we didn't say anything. Someone might hear our silence and try to make it ugly.
NO! I won't let it happen.
It's why I came to this place.
To hear the colors and the noise in the silence.
No one else gets it.
And I'd rather they didn't.
They always try to make it something it isn't, or try to take it away, make it their own.
I don't want to share.
Because everyone has to find their own silence to listen to and their own colors to hear.
I think some people are afraid to be there.
And that's sad, too.
There's too much sad.
I'm trying not to let sad see me.
If sad sees me, it will want to sit here, too.
You can stay, if you want to.
I'd like it, your colors look pretty on you.
Thank you, that makes me happy.
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I didn't write that, but I know who did, so I'm not stealing.
So this is it.
How it's gonna be.
It's quiet, here...I like it.
I feel like I'm inside my own cave.
Instead of wanting to put my hands over my ears I want to perk my head up and listen.
Hear the silence with all the noises?
Ooooooh, I can hear it, you will too, if you listen.
Or maybe you can't because your noises are different from mine.
I'm sorry.
Or maybe I'm not, because you may like your noise.
I like mine.
It's amazing.
And all the colors.
Can you hear the colors??!!
I can see your colors, and they're different, too.
Maybe we can sit together and listen to our own silence.
It's so beautiful.
I like sitting here with you.
We don't have to say anything.
It means alot just to be here.
I'd really rather we didn't say anything. Someone might hear our silence and try to make it ugly.
NO! I won't let it happen.
It's why I came to this place.
To hear the colors and the noise in the silence.
No one else gets it.
And I'd rather they didn't.
They always try to make it something it isn't, or try to take it away, make it their own.
I don't want to share.
Because everyone has to find their own silence to listen to and their own colors to hear.
I think some people are afraid to be there.
And that's sad, too.
There's too much sad.
I'm trying not to let sad see me.
If sad sees me, it will want to sit here, too.
You can stay, if you want to.
I'd like it, your colors look pretty on you.
Thank you, that makes me happy.