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Background Pony #4DFB
@Background Pony #9984
 
(I’m a different B.P.)
 
She’s not unsung;  
She’s not dead;  
She’s holding up a young filly’s musical talent;  
She’s a match maker in the shadows more than once;  
She’s an invisible angel saving a child and gardener from dying in a demolition explosion;  
She’s a friend forgotten but still within existence, be it cold yet she exists;  
She’s influential of love long needed in a house far too abusive;  
She’s a listening ear to a dying old stallion who mistook her as Granny Smith;  
She refuses to let Discord reign at the cost of being happy - though ignorant of all that transpired - for one single year;  
She is LYRA. She is LOVING at all costs without recognition of ANY degree, she doesn’t even realize herself what she did.

 
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So beautiful
 
It really is so beautiful.
 
I wish…
 
Yes…
 
I almost wish I could write a song.  
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And that’s why she’s a special case.
 
“Many mares do wonderful things, but you are a foundation for all.”  
(inspired by Proverbs 31:29.)
Background Pony #894C
Oh, but I do remember you, little lyre.  
||You’re an empty chord, bard of the forgotten, shadow to your friends, whisper on the deaf ears, an blank place on the image.  
You’re the mender. A witness to the harsher lessons of the world. A kindness that lingers, defying the curse that haunts you. A heart untarnished. The world pulled at your heart’s strings, and you sang!  
You are the venturer. The lonely firefly in the chilling, sunless void. The last wielder of the Nightbringer. Discoverer of the Equestria’s heartbreaking secret. One who will keep it till the end.  
You are the wise. The humble. The kind. The noble. The harmonious.  
And your story is mine to keep, to tell, to yell at the crossroads that you existed.  
You are Lyre of the Heartstrings and your song shall not be erased.  
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