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I am a girl who loves to sing I wonder if the arts will disappear one day I hear the lyrics written out on a worn, overused notebook
  In a world of screens and lights, Life goes on in days and nights; But in each and every soul is  None other than purest gold!   While the species manifest, just  One of them stands from the rest;
Poetry journeyed to me on trails of my mother's passion A forgotten cause, scooped from the depths of memory like an ancient treasure found in the dark water of a bog
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