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the sight of music from a blind mans perspective


there's a fire on the ocean

sprinkling ashes on the beach

making music in the water

dripping notes of harmony

 

passion's flowing through the noise

tasting sastisfaction

in each and every measure

seems so everlasting

like time has frozen mother nature

in such an awe that can't be cured

splashing rythym off each chord

 

musical pleasure has soaked my mind

rippling thoughts swirl to the beat

stained with liquids that cannot be washed away

inside your head the music you'll see

 

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