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Mar 2015
imagine a note
followed by two,
a steady melody
latching me to you

as it progresses,
the mystery grows
i never thought
id be compared to a rose

a few chords pass
it's hard to discern
where longing ends
and into loving it turns

there's hope in this song
echoing til heaven's descent
that empty place in my heart
is no longer for rent
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a g
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