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Music of the Mind


If Music--be the Food Of Love--Play on Through streams of Oil-- And mend the crude Thoughts of Man. Sing the Song--of Lark And Loon; A melodious drink of night. If Love be fine and harsh and fair-- Then Music, be thy might. For Tune, What instrument do you draw?
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ledrakezho
<p>I draw upon the strings of mind, and resonate in the strings of heart. Though loud and boisterous as a trombone, my thoughts feel more like Tchaikovsky. What instrument indeed. Personality is contained within every composition and note of those who play and write the symphonies.</p>

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