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Aug 2012
I hear bells.
I hear a voice
With the sweetest choir ringing .
The sound of love.

Somethings can hypnotize us.
Even memorize us into paralyzation.
When we feel a connection to someone.

Music playing.
It might be the violins.
It might be the *****.
I t might be a trumpet.
Just playing the sound of love.

I can listen to the musical notes sending a message.
With each melody.
I can just imagine the symphony.
And stay lost in my musical dreams.

Its the sound of love that's moving  me.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Kasandra Curtis
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