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November 24, 2006
 Sensitive eyes They stare at the guitar While a million words carve their path through his mind He looks so sad in the corner Contemplating what else was left to say. Gentle hand that once caressed now writes down his memories on paper A million questions that he can not answer create the song of his broken heart The quiet tears he shed for her The pen with which he wrote her letters Are tools he borrows now to bring this song together |
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