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Sing me a song.
Write me a melody
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
Until I hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of faraway places
And times that are long gone.
I close my eyes.
I can still hear your words.
I can see your fingers
Stroking the black and white.
Your words have taken flight.
They reverberate through time.
They have left your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To wipe away my empty tears.
Connie
Love ya!
Jane
The words and music to, “I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends,” are running through my mind right now.
Ron