33 Music (1/2)

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I hear a sound each morning,

Of ghost like despair and miracle stories

I hear a sound every noon,

Of youthful desire and questioned rebellion.

I hear a sound every night,

Of lovers and embrace and family's bond.

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I see the mark of music,

Of freedom and joy born from symphonic rage

I feel the touch of music

From comfort and love, companions for life

I hear the call of music

To passion and desire, adrenaline in veins

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