"Music" by Caitlyn Grove

Strum my soul with your fingers

Like the delicate hairs of a harp

Let each song ring and bring about the soft rain in a gentle spout

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Breathe new air into my lungs like the wind

rushing through blades of grass

Make my soul as pure as looking glass

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The heavy thump in my chest beats to come out and dance

The rhythm of your sound makes me jump about

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Strum my soul with your fingers

Smile upon my face

Let my heart sing

And my lungs breathe