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Songs stirred within the quiet waters of the soul ripple up Life springs out of hope and life gives birth to hope Little else shall last as long, but as every note hits the prong, and sweet voices soar Every inch that present pain makes sore Shall be calmed and healed as the song goes on Eternally.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
My Soul Sings
Songs stirred within the quiet waters of the soul ripple up Life springs out of hope and life gives birth to hope Little else shall last as long, but as every note hits the prong, and sweet voices soar Every inch that present pain makes sore Shall be calmed and healed as the song goes on Eternally.
Music transforms, heals, but only the right kind.
Boniface
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Kenyan
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
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