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My favorite song
Was your voice
Always reassuring me
I had you on repeat until
You became a broken record
You started to skip
Scratch and flip
Silence flooded my mind
I wished for a note
A single word
Anything to give me hope
That my favorite track
Could come back
For an encore
But your melody
Is now a memory
I pray to God
That you still sing
And that whoever listens
Will fall in love
And take better care
With what they play

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