Harp strings pull at her
long-forgotten mind, calling her to peace;
that word without a face,
a map, description.
Where hearts beat freely,
and aliveness
is heard in music.
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Harp strings pull at her
long-forgotten mind, calling her to peace;
that word without a face,
a map, description.
Where hearts beat freely,
and aliveness
is heard in music.
