I play on my harp
Every love song I know
In keys of their flat and sharp
As they come and go
All the colors in the air
Within their flowing about
As the y come through here
Swinging positive and doubt
So much giving from their string
The tones weak and the strong
As they to my ears they sing
In their freedom about song
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