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I, too, could speak like you
if we could trade places.
I could string words together against you
and shake my head at you.
I could encourage you with my mouth,
and my quivering lips could ease ⌞your pain⌟.
If I speak, my pain is not eased.
If I stop talking, how much of it will go away?

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I also could speak like you,
    if you were in my place;
I could make fine speeches against you
    and shake my head(A) at you.
But my mouth would encourage you;
    comfort(B) from my lips would bring you relief.(C)

“Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved;
    and if I refrain, it does not go away.(D)

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I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.

Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

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