The soul of a song softly spoken
Upon the mic to the missing ears finding none to like,
What bliss the writer might receive is from the writing he has deemed,
Though lost upon the ears of fools, he wisps the lyrics softly soul, to the music so lofty dulled.
Oh the love of the stone in this art so old.
Missing the songs so boldly told by the rising singers voice.
Let the singers voice fill your ears,
As the soul of the song sung so dear,
Fills your heart for the rolling tears
Of a man who's foolish love was lost when the coin was tossed
At the end of his living years.
This songs soul so softly tossed by this singers rising voice.
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