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Harmony | ||
| In a choir the voices blend In a chord that will not end. It is frozen for all time Like the words in this brief rhyme. Hearing perfect harmony Can uplift and set one free. Listen well where'er you be For the magic harmony That will heal the heart and soul, Making broken people whole. Though the day be dark or fair You can find it anywhere. | ||
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