many songs

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I sang you a thousand songs my dear, but none of which you could hear, for my voice has no sound to your ear. I sang you songs of passion, hope, romance and songs with tears. I felt my voice jump out, but you were not near to catch the melodies of my fears. I scream to the gods Oh dear! I sang you a thousand songs , but none of which you could hear, for my voice has no sound to your ear.

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I was actually laying in bed when I thought of this poem. I get most inspired at night

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