she had finally spun the world one too many times
sorted the quarters from the pennies, nickels from the dimes
she had painted the ocean a beautiful three coats of blue
moved onto the fields at dawn to coat the grass with dew
the look in her eyes had given me the ability to write
with her smile so pale white and her lazy eyes so bright
jot down my every thought as she did whatever she wanted
with the even steps she took and her composure so daunted
how she loved the music i played and how frailly i sang
she listened to my voice and from each word she would hang
as my fingers pressed onto the strings to create every sound
filled with slip-ups and mistakes you still found so profound
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