How can I stay when we no longer get along,
It’s like losing the words to your favorite song.
We tried so hard to get the music right,
But the rympth of the beat , made us lose sight.
As a dance is more than music, it is part of the soul,
A torch of passion to the heart ,like fire to a coal.
Many different voices sing the very same tune,
Yet few capture it’s meaning under the moon.
Once a masterpiece of magic wrote out into song,
Now lost –for he read his own words wrong.
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