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07/19/2017
As I roam the misty moors of Mulberry,
I listen to their song.
The birds, the trees, the after rain breeze,
speak to me their harmonies.
Their lyrics use no language,
but the meaning is profound.
It pulls me from my body
and immerses me in sound.
The peace I gain this morning,
is as fleeting as the fog,
but I will treasure the moment found.
My soul will bathe in song.
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