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Strings



From the flowering petals

to the crashing waves

From the burning stars

to the singing birds


The atoms breathe

and let out screams

Of joy and pain

Of what has been


They paint with notes

pure as youth

Never dying

Never seen


The atoms breathe

and let out screams

Of joy and pain

Of what can be


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