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Sep 2020
I hear the sounds of the heart
When they arrive up in my shore
Though I may feel a bit apart,
Or rest a bit unsure

But the music is within
Being played inside of us
Making miracles unseen
Let's give hands and dance thus,

If you see me in the clouds
In the moon of my own thoughts
Come and rescue me from doubts

You will be my admired escort
That never had to shout
To lead me in the dance court.
A hommage to everyone who has difficulties in social situations or having hearing problems.
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