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The melody in her head, ever so clear

Memories, of him, she once held dear

Musical pieces, her heart, so shattered

Lyrics of love, now torn up and tattered

He left her with nothing, but ivory keys

Her soul filled with nothing, but ebony

Out of tune songs, that play in her head

The words; he’d forgotten, he ever said


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