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waiting word

broken strings
and one more rhythm
words are torn apart –
someone thought
it perfect
for the dance
seems for me
the work around
is always more than rocking
barefoot suits me better
e’en when the boards
are bare
quietly the sing-along
of magic to my leaning –
take me home
to close my eyes
where have I to swoon
kiss and tell
has served you well
tho who is left
to notice
the band is gone
but still the music

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