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Music

by ryan.a.wheeler

I'm glad that when the sun goes down,

And the moon wakes up,

At the end of the day
 

I still have music.

If my day turned into something undesired,

And I wish for it to end,
 

At the end of the day,
 

I still have music.

The piano keys play their quiet tune,

The guitar strums a calm melody,
 

And the singer lays their soul on each note.

Through thick and thin,

From happiness to heartbreak.

At the end of the day,

I still have music.

 

I still have music.WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2014 AT 9:45 PM
“Music”
I'm glad that when the sun goes down,
And the moon wakes up,
At the end of the day
I still have music.
If my day turned into something undesired,
And I wish for it to end,
At the end of the day,
I still have music.
The piano keys play their quiet tune,
The guitar strums a calm melody,
The singer lays their soul on each note,
Through thick and thin,
From happiness to hearWEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2014 AT 9:45 PM
“Music”
I'm glad that when the sun goes down,
And the moon wakes up,
At the end of the day
I still have music.
If my day turned into something undesired,
And I wish for it to end,
At the end of the day,
I still have music.
The piano keys play their quiet tune,
The guitar strums a calm melody,
The singer lays their soul on each note,
Through thick and thin,
From happiness to hear, OCTOBER 1, 2014 AT 9:45 PM
“Music”
I'm glad that when the sun goes down,
And the moon wakes up,
At the end of the day
I still have music.
If my day turned into something undesired,
And I wish for it to end,
At the end of the day,
I still have music.
The piano keys play their quiet tune,
The guitar strums a calm melody,
The singer lays their soul on each note,
Through thick and thin,
From happiness to hearWEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2014 AT 9:45 PM
“Music”
I'm glad that when the sun goes down,
And the moon wakes up,
At the end of the day
I still have music.
If my day turned into something undesired,
And I wish for it to end,
At the end of the day,
I still have music.
The piano keys play their quiet tune,
The guitar strums a calm melody,
The singer lays their soul on each note,
Through thick and thin,
From happiness to hearWEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2014 AT 9:45 PM
“Music”
I'm glad that when the sun goes down,
And the moon wakes up,
At the end of the day
I still have music.
If my day turned into something undesired,
And I wish for it to end,
At the end of the day,
I still have music.
The piano keys play their quiet tune,
The guitar strums a calm melody,
The singer lays their soul on each note,
Through thick and thin,
From happiness to hear
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