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Your Music It found me in the springtime, A perfect melody With a gentle strum of guitars on the breeze, It chased away the clouds of grey, Gave promise of a brighter day As the sunlight came streaming through the trees. And so your music filled my heart, Stirred my very soul, Gave me comfort when nights were dark and cold, Was my friend when I felt lonely, My spirit soared and it flew free, Would your music forever live in me ? In every waking moment, My mind is never free Of the words you write and sing so tenderly, It erases pain and sorrows, Gives hopes and dreams, new tomorrows Of living life in perfect harmony. Today your music fills my heart, Stirs my very soul, Gives me comfort when nights are dark and cold, Is my friend when I feel lonely, My spirit soars and it flies free, Now your music forever lives in me.
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