If dying would make you talk,
I'll hold a knife and be ready
I'll endure the bleeding,
just to hear your skimming
If suffering would make you speak,
I'll crown myself with thorns and be ready
I'll endure the longing pain,
just to make you steady
If silence would make you happy,
I'll cut my tongue and be ready
I'll endure everything,
just to hear you speaking
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