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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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