Musician's Mark

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We all leave our mark

on the world,

somehow, someway,

sometime. 

The notes they play,

leave them away on the wings

of the wind,

they become found again to

some other people,

they touched the people

they reach,

the notes are the fingerprints

of the musicians

waiting to be found, lost in

the air.

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