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MUSIC & TEARS

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There are strange dreams which flutter past my startled eyes

Like many weary butterflies whose ragged wings

Stir faintly all the autumn winds and make them sing

The music of her voice – her questions, words and

Innocent replies that pained me with unnumbered fears,

Until her music was the symbol of my tears.

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Written by Jonathan Finch

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