Soft Tender

Sharp angles

Soft tender

slopes along with it

Gurgles

and the frame falls far below

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Sing to me softly

oh, magic of the light one

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Let love be with me

let me truly know

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It’s the tone of a long life

That rings in the mind of a young one

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Fire crackles

Molded cackles

Crinkled face is all that's seen

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Soft tender slopes

All here…….

In the distance

Let us see what the old ones have been