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| 127. The Flute Fingers dance wildly On a tattered piece of wood Corralling the sounds of happiness As they leap into the air Smiles beam from ear to ear Feet tap to joy accompanied by sound Music inspired directly from the heart The soul is soothed and bathed in hope God’s message not forgotten |
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