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A Final Note
First note chimes,
long silence gone.
Like breath again
or light at dawn.
Pure joy to hear,
healed by each note.
Lost in the melody,
finding hope.
With new life comes
new eyes too see,
and ears to hear
but eventually…
the song winds down,
fire fades to smoke.
For each song has
a final note.
Monday 4th March 2024 4:10 pm
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