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Music


Music is like a great big wave, That takes away my pain. I hear it in the morning as I bathe, And at night, I hear the same. My heart beats to the rhythm of it, It beats to a beautiful song. Feelings of joy that I always get; Like a wind that stays calm. When I find myself troubled, I hear The tinkling sound of the piano. And like a calm spirit; I do not fear, Gently, nice and slow. Is it in my bone that I hear this beat? Somewhere is a place of laughter! It is not hard, for it is easy to see, That music is ALL I am after.
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