Classical music is wine for the soul
you won't understand, I guess that's the plan
If you heard what I did you wouldin’t deride the sound that I like
For it’s music that can make you cry yet dance and laugh at the same time
It’s a sound to that heart that makes a spark
It’s music to the soul that I will listen to till im gray and old
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