When we say I love you
we say 1-4-3 instead.
To find out why I guess you'll have to
Get inside our heads.
Our secret is a sign of more
That lies beneath our souls
In tunnels dug through common ground
By happy, fun-filled moles.
I think, he feels, he thinks, I feel,
We talk beneath our words,
Singing silently our joy
Like mikeless, earphoned birds.
Of course our little secrets are
Quite easy to uncover,
Yet deeper still are wordless things
That hold our lives together.
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