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Aug 2017
Happily I play the harp,
A soothing melody.
She sings a gentle lullaby,
And gives my worries wings-
Away they fly, away they fly,
They will cease to be.
All that matters is,
What will forever be-
Those indifferent melodies,
Of life ongoing eternally.
Written by
E K Weber  F/United States
(F/United States)   
234
   Madeon
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