Last Song
A simple note,
strung with words of love.
A unique purity,
Spoken from the heart,
A fragment of beauty.
With more strings that are strung,
A brand new note has begun.
Rushes of new emotions,
All clinging to the same devotion.
Strobing notes after notes,
No longer needing to stay afloat.
A book with its pages all fullfilled,
A spirit now rests
for it no longer has to rebuild
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