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No one will ever understand,
what music is to me.
Music is the air I breathe.
Songs are the food I eat.
Lyrics are the dreams I dream.
Music is the life I live.
Don’t come near me,
with your designer clothes.
God knows what you did for those.
Always looking controlled,
come on now strike a pose.
I couldn’t care less about what color roses
he bought for you after the show.
I only care if I listen,
to the heartbeat of my body,
singing along to the poetry,
coursing through my veins.
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