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Her Song

Have you heard the song,

She wrote that summer,

Amidst the gulmohar trees,

Did you know she could sing,

A little in Japanese?

Did you listen to her piano,

That she played on May ninth,

While everyone was asleep,

But she waited for you to arrive.

The moon went by,

Even the comets left their trail,

She kept writing her song,

But you haven’t even heard it yet.

 
 
 

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