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THE TAMBOURINE GIRL
in a hall of marble statues With the light dappled all around The tambourine girl whispered Come see me She said without sound
What is it? I asked quietly Why is your tambourine so still? So sad I cannot play it No Laughter or joy to spill
I listened and I spoke with her And consoled her the best I could Play it so you'll feel better Play it so you are heard
The Laughter and joy will spill from you And be a celebration to those around The old and bereaved will dance again with the tambourine you will be found
Take some time to be with yourself The tambourine you will play again You'll rise and wake And surprise yourself The tambourine will be in hand
