#165 Music for the Soul

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Where I reside
A weak song plays
It's faint melody
Barely reaching
My ears, which crave
Sounds, sounds and
More sounds

I move nearer to
The sound which I've
Been drawn to
And hear for myself
It's wondrous
Canorous melody and
Felt attached to
My beliefs and my root
Of existence

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