January 3, 2011
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Such sounds in my head
They play on their strings again
With all the instruments
It opens the entrance,

Harmonizing sounds
Together they bond
Resonating through me
They will take the lead,

Rosin falling to meet wood
Just like soot
No player will be lost
Within these burning strings.

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