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Your Fingers Fly Upon The Strings, Carelessly Creating A Beautiful Melody

Heart Strings
As if
The heart is just an instrument
To be played

Music is
A (foot) note
Once plucked
It fades into the air

My heart strings
Were plucked by you

Only the echo lingers

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