An Ode Never Received

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An Ode Never Received

If ever there was a melody
So quickly made, bringing forth tears
Selling smiles for ones heart
it would be brought forth by you

When wonders cease to be
wherever one runs to catch the breeze
Laughing as the carefree wind
Then you would be within it

What rhythm would you have me play? My dear
What song shall I sing
If the world was an instrument, my dear
Then I will learn it's notes

The wind is the breath I'd use
The earth, a stand
The water would be as strings
Fire, the passion I have