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Sep 2015
It depends on the ears
that they fall upon.
Every word
and every song.
The rhythm
and the rhymes of time,
how they rest,
in every mind.
The harmony,
inside your soul.
Those ballads
that bring you back home.
Forever there,
inside your heart.
Each one there
to play it's part.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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