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Mar 2
when my heart bled words
I couldn’t voice
somehow you found them
in my garden or somewhere near
wherever I had dropped them
picked them up
and made sense of them
returned them to me
late night
in a song
I  had never heard before
until your voice made
perfect sense of me.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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     Cheryl Ann Warner, Safana and Grace
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