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        <title>no infringement — The Songwriters Forum</title>
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        <pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 23:08:38 +0000</pubDate>
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        <title>More words for free</title>
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        <pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 09:28:56 +0000</pubDate>
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        <dc:creator>prysmatyk</dc:creator>
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        <description><![CDATA[Here's something I wrote that I didn't try to organize into verses. That part is better left to real musicians who understand composition.  May someone find it useful.  As always, take it and do what you will. Cheers!<br /><br /> MIRAGE   <br /><br /> Who knew that losing touch, <br /> would devastate so much, <br /> unraveling a love we once shared.<br /> Time still marches on,<br />  pulling strings that sing our song, <br /> leaving empty notes upon the music's score. <br /> Unraveling the threads, <br /> sewn into our beds,<br /> stuffing falling gently to the floor. <br /><br /> Swept underneath the rug, <br /> strings on the heart are tugged, <br /> brings forth memories bound to linger on. <br /> Floating through the breeze, sounding simplicities, <br /> resonate through the tempests fevered storm. <br /> We both did our part, <br /> culminating from the start, <br /> how the meaning of our time together passed. <br /><br /> Not a matter of the will, <br /> the ending brings us still, <br /> to the place we all end up at last. <br /> Knocking loudly on my door, <br /> This call can't be ignored, <br /> it's time to say goodbye to all we've known. <br /><br /> Here now to take my hand, <br /> guides me through the blistered sands, <br /> mirages shimmering in all our sights to come.<br /> Sewing the unraveled seams, <br /> binding reality to dreams, <br /> as the curtain blankets a life unlived by one.]]>
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