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Orchestra


gently as you caress my inner soul 
with the harp of your fingertips 
which keeps playing the soft melodies as you strum 
you say your a soul man 
in which i feels the gists and jives 
like the same old record continues to play 
you say your a soul man 
giving me runs ive never heard of 
and as our voices heightens 
we become enlightened 
to an orchestra 
that adjusts the tempo 
setting the mood 
for love 
as we trust our bodies 
to function with the organs 
god created us with 
not a time to question our actuality 
but just to stay in harmony

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