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Jul 2012
The notes, flowing
flowing, flowing.
Through the air,
the air.

The notes going
going, going
Without a care,
a care.

The notes slowing
slowing, slowing.
In my heart,
my heart.

The notes sewing
sewing, sewing.
So far apart,
apart.

The music, the music.
Such a joy,
a joy.

The melody, the melody
so coy,
so coy.

The music, the music
speaks to my soul,
my soul.

And to every soul it speaks,
it speaks.
Eric W
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Eric W  26/M
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