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The Music Language


The Thousand Tongue Language,

the Language of Music, we all speak it,

everyone hears it and can understand it,  it has over a thousand different tongues,

dialogues, dialects, present.... past.... future.

When taken seriously, can be lifechanging, when for fun, can give all a good time.

We all have some we like and that we don't like.  We all use it however.

Beginning of time, to defining many people's future we listen and speak with it.

All hear and all pay attention to it. 

Some music hides for years,

when found it can be coal, when cleaned and looked inside,

it's the best diamond around.

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Joelsoul22
<p>Great piece a little rough around the edges, but it gets you there in the end</p>

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