His Name
Walk all distances
Travel all over the music
Picture vast worlds
Perform by ear my favorite drinks
Talking city
Vast night
All spread around him
To talk by hearing
Light hitting my eyes
Do you want his name?
Orchestra listens
Roommate follows the template
He died
Different languages spread
City curves
Purpose , alone .
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