He strikes his soul
Into every key
I gather his life in my ears
The melody tumbles around
Like linen in a dryer
Sometimes it stays for days
Inside my head
Sometimes it travels down
To my heart
Causing a permanent lilt mixed in my life
His song is now my song
His soul and mine
Become one
Perfect harmony
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