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Mar 2012
My music rests on a page.
It plays silently.
Without a warning.
Without a sound.
Without cause.
But with feeling.
It needs only the melody of the words.
Words that play softly in tune and harmony.
They ease my mind into peace.
And continue to ring
Without sound.
Written by
tom weaver
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   oliviah rachael, g clair, ---, --- and mads
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