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Response to sadness
Response to sadness I am so sorry, Train my sweet, shed no tears for me music and words are my escape they are my liberty, when I am low or in a funk I turn my heart to flight and pen to paper, pick to strings and to escape my soul; I write Sometimes it’s dreary, sad or blue in fact that is often the case, but the funk can leave as quick as naught and I escape its cold embrace but lingering thoughts of my tortured soul lie there upon the page for me to ponder another day when my thoughts may be more sage |
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