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Nov 2019
The music is ringing,
Like a gong in my head,
Sometimes it's good,
But put it to bed.

A ringing and throbbing,
I can't keep it straight,
The words of a friend,
A specialty fate.

A dream that I had,
A scarlet sunset,
A hope to inspire,
Now I'm in your debt.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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