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A hole can be part,
Of a whole that is gone
A whole can be part
of a hole that feels wrong
Two wholes can make one,
tis true I have seen
I cannot belive,
the whole that I've been
An empty hole filled,
over the top
all of a sudden,
the bottom did drop
The whole hole continued,
to be filled with space
as I sat and thought,
of such a nice place
I sew fast the sticthes,
and wrap it up tight,
for someday I know,
my hole will be right
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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