Names and words,

Nothing and empty,

For there is no name

And no words

That can live

And find me in the rain

Names and names for us all

For we must be convinced purpose comes to call

Not by lords nor thieves unkind,

But by ourselves who live by the name

and die by the wind

Death by the sword there never was

For it was the name that came to us and drove us forth

Blind and unknowing into more unknowing

Dreams and names tell us of nothing

Tell me of something and I will laugh with you

When the time comes to hear the rain

Silence is not silence

Name is not name

There is only what there is

And everyone's ashamed

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