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The music is singing Filling my soul With notes and with melodies Never heard by human ears The singer lives alone In a forest filled with life Waiting for the one To share his joyful song For I have been chosen To see his eternal spirit Through the song I heard today While waiting in this grove © Amy Anderson 1996 Original poetry is copyrighted by author and displayed here with her express permission. Click on her name to visit her pages. Background graphics on this page by: ![]()
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