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Apr 2010
Let us dance
to the beat
of his guitar

Let us heed
the sound
of the drum
he strums

and the bass-his voice
and the treble-his tears
and the troubled-himself

as he leaves the room
of better acoustics

for a hall
that echos nothing
but the dream
he has forgotten
Written by
Ochre
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