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June 11, 2014

in the quiet
to empty seats
and dark faces
I sing songs of you
through the ages

moments alive
as they ever were
entwined in tunes
and sitting in lists

the voice escapes
through the open summery door
and drifts through the night
to follow the river
and find your inner ear

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