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the velvet voice of notes so dreary lay motionless;
unmoving yet still so lost.
a minds yearning to meld into the melody
and become each blank stroke that dances on the page.
divinity shown to teach that the heart can speak and hear
with the benevolence of nature and the calming of the stars.
a simple place without question, and like the birds soar with the ease of a smile,
so now can you.
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