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My wrinkling hands
Have not held you for so long
I have forgotten how you sounded
I have missed so many opportunities to reconcile
I have lost all appetite
Before the story ends
Maybe we could go along
For one moment let's get notes blasted
Let’s bring back a smile
Let’s step up in light
Through the years we have changed
Through the years we have matured
But our bellies were so hollow
With no sound to grow
Give me your best E
I will give you the best of me
So we can be
So we can be
--
Steve