Where the In is Free

I too will get up and go
now first rest nine note
scale will build acoustic
not too loud evening is

while I still have ear to hear
nor do I want to live alone
in some open space empty
from you my love who loves

my cricket tongue my choice
voice and together we sing
our own songs fashioned
from what we found here


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