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I love the mix of sound and words.
Played and sung.
When you first hear a song, it’s all so new.
And magical, like a first—hello, kiss, and laugh at a joke told.
I don’t mind growing old.
Like vinyl, modern to vintage.
With every year, God still wants me here.
For this I’ll be thankful.
I’ve been promising new songs for a while now.
I have the words but no music.
Maybe that will change this year.
That’s my wish.
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