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Song of love he sings for her, poetry;
His heart in words difficult to sing.
Lyrics mean everything; his voice brings —
Such soft words gently strummed; he’s lonely.
What weapon wins love’s war? The truth only?
Does she understand? His music, his heart?
Fact of his feelings —life with her, prays starts.
His daylight is her smile, his voice slowly —
Sings last syllables; his baritone stops.
She listened not, she had such vanity.
He never knew she was so off-handed,
Laughed at his song with her heart made of rock.
Raised her nose, sauntered away cruelly,
She said not a word; he dodged a bullet.
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