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A beautiful thing,

it is indeed,

to read between the lines;

to discover a message

meant just for you,

hidden between the lines.

?

No taunt nor jeer,

nor rust nor grime,

can ruin what you’ll find;

no dust of time

nor doubts in your mind

can obscure what’s between the lines.

.

Wonders to discover,

treasures to recover

yours, between the lines.

As in the streets of Hong Kong

these enigmas belong

hidden, between the lines.

!

Incline your ear now and then

(if you’d like to hear it again);

a murmur, between the lines.

A cup and a string

a message will bring;

a whisper, between the lines.

?

When word cannot reach you

nor lyric beseech you,

I’ll carry on, between the lines.

And if nothing goes through

(for my aim is untrue),

yet, I’ll abide;

here, between the lines.

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