| Topic: Beethoven has Nothing on you | |
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 of your secret heart, I mused a crescendo of you without horn –- solitary dove dawn dancing in stream of plenty where stone becomes current yearning for a spot -- and barters paler pulses, makes the daws chatter our names in wilder tones, shines like stormy light glancing spheres. | |
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      the most beautiful symphony of all is played with the heart ~ you play me    | |
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      Great title PM- very nice     | |
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| the most beautiful symphony of all is played with the heart ~ you play me     pkd: thank you     | |
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