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Last to Listen

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Your work was admired.
Your image held high
Yet softly, gradually
Your spark has died

Slowly you faltered
You faded away
Am I the last one
to hear you today?

The ones of my world
have yet to discover
the sound, immemorial
which i have uncovered

I promise to keep
your flame from receding
your story's the ticket
so I'll keep on speeding





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