A Poem To The Tunes Of Emotional Splendor

(Check out "Elite Geographic (Elite Geographic II)" by City Circuitry, one of countless tunes which have stirred me to greater heights of introspection and visions of all which I have yet to rectify.)

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Every such song is the last in my mind:

The one to set in stone the hope unfulfilled;

The one that joins my fade to black;

The one to trump the rest;

The one to mend my aching heart;

The one to meld our pain and our joy;

The one the wake and I shall join;

The one to shake me from within;

The one to speak where I have failed;

The one to carry each and all through;

The one to leave and stay behind;

The one to bind them all in truce;

The one of many which captured my soul;

One in a ring above my head,

Of body lone amongst the dead;