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SINGING STEEL |
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Shining silver, blue or brown, We see it in the world around. We pay no mind, give it no thought, Yet it contains a beauty that can't be bought. |
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It can be soft, and yet so strong, For years and years, it lasts that long. It holds a beauty new and rare, Yet no one even seems to care. |
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For when it bends, it moans and groans, And only a chosen few will know, Just how that sound can make you feel, The beautiful sound of Singing Steel. |
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Copyright ~ Dreambeliever 07.03.01 |
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