She sings, and I pay attention.
She stands there, nervous, and I understand.
She pours out her soul through her voice,
All hopes and dreams and thoughts.
All the joy and sorrow, laughter and pain,
Everything.
Everything she has ever thought or felt,
Seen, or touched, or experienced;
It's made plain by her voice, her tone, her expression.
And in that moment, She sings...
And I know her.
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