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Sometimes your voice erupts
In a volcanic explosion
Sometimes
A beautiful tune
Played on the strings of a violin
Sometimes a cold icy wind
Sometimes a pencil
To sketch out your thoughts
Sometimes poison
Aimed at me
Sometimes yourself
But always
Always
My sweet lullaby
Under the stars
Sweet Dreams




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