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Strangers sing

Of ocean waves

And falling leaves

Star-struck lovers

And wilting flowers

Of wayward hearts

Chasing butterflies

Stringing rainbows

Hunting sundrops 

Riding moonbeams 

The loss of innocence 

And the guilt of loss

Of footsteps searching

dark corners of

dusty souls

The joy of Life

often shallow

And the peace 

of Death 

always deep

Voices in the void

Guitar chords and 

chorus lines 

A lonely piano

chasing a drumbeat 

Why then,

In all of this,

do I see 

your face?

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