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My heart


Without music I am mute,

A wondering soul with nothing new.

I’m dead inside without her grace,

She surely fills a room’a dead space.

So much light surrounds her body,

To take me from my gloom.

The beauty within her melody,

Like a baby emerging from the womb.

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