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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She knows just how to play, plucks strings, to find a soulful song She pulls the bow gracefully, chords appear magically She plays it loud and true, the music's good and strong She pulls the strings, your heart responds, the music sings heavenly The beat is sure and true, the trees listen as they do The music echo's round, the river dances as in floods The suond is heavenly, pulses out and sings to you The birds join in and sing, then tweet it's in their blood Ringing loud, echoing, the notes are pure and speak to you Ringing a thousand loves, the lost the found still yet to be Ringing a pulsing beat, grasses shiver as they often do Ringing in haunting twangs, the woods cry out a weeping symphony In haste she plays soulful notes, the ones that effect love the most In slowness plays happy notes, the water dances, flowers float In earnest now she plucks the strings, she pulls the bow to deep repose In the woods its tranquil now, the calm serenity of sweet note No more than just a whisper now, with notes so pure a blissful sound No water moves, it doesn't stir, it's waiting now to dance some more No birds are flying, all await the crescendo all around No blade of grass is moving, yet, the notes are building pure and sure Great are the sounds that ring, they fill my heart with thoughts so true Great rhythm finds her bow, the music reaching crescendo Great movement in river flows, the grasses bend the birds fly too Great blasts upon your ears, in ever inceased innuendo She knows just how to play, plucks strings, to finds a soulful song She pulls the bow gracefully, chords appear so magically She plays it loud and true, the music's good and strong She pulls the strings, your heart responds, the music sings heavenly
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