The Inspiration of Music
The language that lived past Babel
Made of doots, hums, and cackles
A smile, a tear
A love, a fear
This is the language I am
This is the language we are
An inspiration to live
A reason that I can
Live a life above sub par
A reason for me to give
A piece of my soul to the world
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