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Jan 2023
Comfort comes
Like a faint and distant drum;
Like a song sung in the night,
Like a song sung on a long dark night.

Soft and low, a song you strain to hear;
Still, it soothes your every fear
Because you know, at least,
That someone is near.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Aphasia
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