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HEAR MY SONG From deep within my soul the music comes, sweet and clear; rising to the surface as you speak my name and I feel your love. The melody is one I used to know, long ago, before my heart was wounded by his words; I never thought I'd hear the strains again. You have reached deep into my heart and brought back my song; how can I thank you for caring enough to share your life? Hear my song, beloved, and know that you are the reason for all the joy in it; an unbroken melody once more lifting me up. Countrymom 5/3/05
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