filling a gaping hole
prancing and dancing as if by magic
the story is a sound that moves me far away
then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway
I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart
joy is at an end before again it starts
My Dad with a heart of gold, generosity was his soul although pennies he had, neither bought nor sold a kind disheartened fellow, especially...
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