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Rica Cueto Apr 2015
Beautiful sound filled up our space
It echoed as we set to close
In the dark I saw your face
Wondering, underneath I froze
I closed my eyes
And heard your heart
I opened my eyes
There you were,
Curled up.
As it played I started to see
I wanted to know
Soul, console.

Music woke us up
Your melody,
put us to sleep.

— The End —