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Mar 15
gently, I devour
the music that you play

the strumming and the sway,
the things you can convey

subtle, but the power
of the songs, the silent way

you make the unsaid there
and it becomes

real, authentic, ours.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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