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May 2015
Sores of the universe
Come by me
Every string that I pluck
Makes a resonating sound

Hum with me, my dearest
Sing this simple song
And smile just because
Your sores will disappear

Sores of the universe
Don't hate me
Every string that I pluck
Makes a new wave

It echoes in the wind
Atomic clashes of matter
Alchemy of love
Oh sores of the universe

*Be gone now
A Watoot
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