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78 hymn 2014 Passing your piano I turned and sat to play a hymn or two and let the brittle pages flutter at random stopping where My Spirit Longs for Thee glowed in the light by the fading photo I’m pretty fit so don’t believe in God yet nor did you smiling: ‘Not a bit of it!’ My Spirit Longs is written in b-flat and the hymnal notes read Sadly instead of the usual Diminuendo so my head said ‘How can just fingers sing sadness or set endless loneliness free?’ but then I thought of you my only song and my fingers wept ...

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