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Sep 2018
It's your symphony
that fills me when empty
It's your melody
that wakes my soul when withered
It's your remedy
Before your lullaby
that sets me to sleep
When my nightmares reap
and my memories will seap
I know you'll be there
to heal my pain
Music heals the worst of pain
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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