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The Melody For Me, You played with ease.


There will always be an image of you,

That doesn't actually exist,

A picture snapped in my head,

Frozen in time,

To you nothing else exists,

Even the feeling it'd created,

All around you,

You were always most at ease when it was something that come naturally,

I've always loved music,

You've always strung so beautifully,

But you were too many melodies,

I couldn't keep up, 

But the melody in the frozen second, 

Will always be the meoldy you play with ease.

 

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