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The Band Director


Opened the doors, 

and sounds surounded me.

My soul ached for more of this chaotic tranquility.

Oh, and the love of song,

it was effervescently amusing.

I effortlessly adored the unstable stability.

When the director walked in, 

his friend- silence -took over.

With one look, they began to play the worlds emotions.

I have never felt such an immence sense of pride.

An inspiration, an expectation, and a true explanation of life.

 

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