Life of Music
The guitar strum, the trumpet blast.
Dreams of the future, ghosts of the past.
All of our joy and all of our pain
With every note boldly proclaimed.
Man's special language throughout every age,
Speaking to us at home or on stage.
Our deepest feelings are freely expressed.
Our pure release from our life's stress.
Whether its classical or rock and roll,
A little music will cleanse the soul.
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