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Give Sorrow Words: The Grief That Does Not Speak Whispers The O'er-fraught Heart And Bids It Break.
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Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act iv, Sc. 3
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