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- If my words did glow, with the gold of sunshine, and my tune
- were played on a harp unstrung. Would you hear my voice, come
- through the music, would you hold it near, as it were your own.
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- It's a hand me down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps, they are
- better left unsung. I don't know, don't really care. Let there be
- songs to fill the air.
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- Ripples in still water, where there is no gentle toss, nor wind
- to blow, reach out your hand if your cup be empty. If your cup
- be full, may it be again.
- Ripples.... The Grateful Dead
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- Good Bye....Call again..
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