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Oct 2015
Play my heart like the fiddle,
Make it fun.
Pluck the strings like a harp,
And see me shine as the sun.
Strum the rhythm like a guitar,
To being wild and young.
Bow the love like a violin,
When the game gets old and our time is up.
Press the beating like a piano,
If you miss me love.
Hear the the symphony of a summer orchestra.
Allete Ives
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Allete Ives
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