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Our Mind, Our Music


It is one thing that transcends Through the minds of all who listen. Even though it soon ends, It is the meaning that still glistens. With each and every note, There is a purpose that is sung By the words of those who wrote For the old and for the young. The choruses and melodies Can take us to a place That the readings and soliloquies Have yet to make us face. From Michael to Mozart and artists well-known, Music is the entity we all call our own.
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macotner
Music!

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