Don't let the music touch my empty ears - It hurts Erase the crimson stretched across the sky My eyes are closed - My heart The hand lets fall the withered rose He's gone!
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"To you women of today, who are old or young, may I suggest that you write, that you keep journals, that you express your thoughts. Writing is a great discipline. It is a tremendous education effort. It will assist you in various ways, and you will bless the lives of many - now and in the years to come, as you put on paper some of your experiences and some of your musings." -Gordon B. Hinckley
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