Glittering music!
When I scrawl down music,
the glory of my soul deepens,
the feelings of the charming girl attracts
the wilderness of the desert grows
the voice of the foul tempered sharpens
the language of the dumb splits.
When I scrawl down music,
my head activates welcomingly
my face encounters happiness
my back opens for joy
my stomach feeds faith
my legs walks for nowhere
my body sweetens boldly.
When I scrawl down music,
the hands of the devil sweals
the head stacks fearfully
the born disactivates
the body flams flowingly
the sweat sweatens his heart
the fear fearfully friends
happily for the desired place
for it is its time to act.
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