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Sing

Sing

Listening

To
My own humaness

The stories of humanity
Reverberate in my ears
The singular song
Of my own soul

Resounds in my heart

Sing to me the
Song of your soul
For the harmony to be found
In the delicate intertwining of our
Combined melody sings of
Passion and beauty so powerful
It transforms all it touches

It is this love song
That allows hatred
To be forgotten and
Compassion to flourish

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