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January 26, 2011
Won't you try to help me?
Sat on the sofa, it's old broken springs.
Hearing the sweet sound of violin strings.
I form a smile and aim it at you,
but you miss it again, like you always do.

Only it's too hard to ask,
Won't you try to help me?

Piano keys, and violin strings. Harpsichord whispers and the music takes wing.
Guitar strums and banging of drums,
Maybe a voice or two or three or a choir of angels. Maybe we can sing together, all of us.