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Dear art of beat and rhythm ,
and words and tune ;
I worship to you ,
let my silent prayer reach you ;
let your hymn scream out
a hallelujah so loud ,
that I don't hear my thoughts
screech lies ,
with its defiled vanity .
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[If this girl's words have touched your soul , matter not how faint the sensation felt , would you mind dears , if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath and send kudos to her , please ?] :)
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into her phenakistoscope
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