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Apr 18
There's a sound like a song
Within every soul bound to flesh
A symphony of notes that pour
Like molten gold from the mountain
Watching the wind that whistles
Through boughs of emerald splendor
Whilst spring veins run with life
Surging through rock and earth
Beneath roots of ancient standing
Her stormy sky may roll and toil
Let her hear your song, Let it be
Written by
     WR III, Reignier Lauridsen and Rich Hues
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