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| Sweet are the songs that I hear in the air, Wafting so gently with melody fair. They are a comfort and balm for my soul, Making the broken shards magically whole. Songs can inspire my poor brain to create Poems and verses with neat lines of eight. Music reminds me of God's constant care, Following closely my steps everywhere. | ||
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