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The Music


She stood before me, blue eyes glowing with amazement

She stood on her tip toes, trying to see how I created such beautiful, moving magic

Her heart fluttered with her young spirit, which was kindled by imagination and encouragement

Her heart pounded and her feet moved to the melody as she tried to mimic

I smiled warmly at her knowing that my passion had become hers in only a moment

I smiled and fell in love once again with the music

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