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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

He Sang of Me.


Sing for me,

In every bar you stop at,

Say my name,

Choose a song to dedicate,

Make them ask,

At the tremble in your voice,

Sweet sorrow,

Crooning from your guitar strings,

Shed a tear,

As your fingers danced on keys,

I loved you,

Listen and cry you whispered.



-Hanis.

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