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The Peoples Last Song

What does it take to write a song? Do you have to be cut in the heart? Can you write of love if it never happed to you in life changing path? Or can u write of sadness when your heart is full of joy, Maybe you can't write one because you can't even rhyme the lines, There is a desert where the earth is bare, Could you write of the cactus or the sun shining fair? I don't know how to write a song, My Coras is never enough, I wish for music but no one could cut the words, If you a musician and we can hear the keys, Can you sing a song if your voice has lost its passion and bleed? I once heard a song in my dreams but I forgot once I woke, Sometimes I wish I could remember it, It seems to play hope, And there is a writer in a bar, He sits and writes alone, But shall no one ever hear the words to his song? The coffee on the table is cold and dark, It's like a poets heart, Sadness they can't tap, And some day shall we have a song we wrote by ourselves? An orchestra in the background lead singers to match, But our songs are trapped within us, They are poets dying and gone, They are the words we never say, They are the peoples lost songs.

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