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I Miss The Melody


I miss the melody that flows
through my life like a springtime rain,
over my limbs, down to my toes.
I miss the melody that flows
like fresh dewdrops on a red rose,
or the blood from a thorn of pain.
I miss the melody that flows
through my life like a springtime rain.


© Marie Summers, all right reserved.
Used by permission.

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