Strings

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We are indeed strings
Each from a different metal
Dented and broken at some point
Gently we will try to strangle.

We are the strings
That we so use to play melodies
And we the strings
That go unseen

Every difficulty that comes upon us
Is but, the striking of a chord.
And from the depths of our soul,
Playing the song, is the God.



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