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The Fiddler Played


                              And the fiddler played...
                                        and with his songs
                                                  my heart was lifted.
                              My feet tapped out the rythym
                                        and the beat pounded faster
                              And your eyes
                                        poured into my  soul
                              And your eyes kissed
                                        me with your smile
                              And the fiddler
                                        he played faster
                              The words crept into
                                        my soul
                              And your eyes
                                        begged me freedom
                              Making me....making you
                                        more whole...
                              Making me...
                                        making you



Kay Ekwall©1999

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