Two Tongues

And, when you speak your native tongue,
You bubble like the spring
Which rose in you when you were young
And gave your spirit wing.

But, when you’re speaking mine with me,
Precision’s uppermost,
So, though expansive as the sea,
You’re bound in by the coast.

Although we’ve used the speech we’ve done,
I see no reason to;
I’m just as glad to use the one
That’s more well-known to you.

It’s something that we should discuss
To ascertain what’s right for us.

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