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Created on: August 13, 2009
Moves My Soul
It's the pound when the drums hit,
The ring of a trumpet.
That moves me.
The whine of the electric guitar,
It can't be far,
From my soul.
From mallets to strings,
Brass to ivory keys,
I feel at home.
And at the sound of the crescendo,
I'll step up to that microphone,
And find what I'm looking for.
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