136: symphony of healing hearts.

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Do, re, mi, it is time you watch me. Fa, sol, la, ti, you forgot about me. This is me, time to show you crazy. You knew me, so what is this supposed to mean?

So quick to judge,
easy to slam dunk.
You like to hold a grudge
wanting me to flunk.

My spirit in light it flicks,
never grows higher.
I stay grounded in this
as the love grows wider.

Showing mercy again,
and over time in a span.
Sympathy multiplies in tens,
then a thousand in grand.

Do, re, mi, sit back down and see. Fa, sol, la, ti, no one forgot about me. Today we exist to be, not the time to grow hazy. One day we will meet, until the day it deems.

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