a song can die in a corn field / we mistake fireworks for stars / a man’s heart can hold too much thunder / and yet a new song hums itself
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a song can die in a corn field / we mistake fireworks for stars / a man’s heart can hold too much thunder / and yet a new song hums itself
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Very nice single stanza, your line poem!