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Shadows elongate across my soul
Barren splashes of rainbow hues
My eyes will never behold
Honeyed drops of virgin dew
Slide slowly through barren fields
My tongue no longer tastes
Warmth of satin wrapped steel
Imbedded within my body
Precious connection lost
Sweet cloying scent of roses
Draped across well tilled garden
Symphony of scent no longer
For how could I ever live and not know
The crash of Bach, the lull of Beethoven
The pull of melody with my bow across the strings
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