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Sound


Wake up, get ready, headphones on

walk the streets with a song in mind

an escape from reality I'm moving on

I'm not alone I'm undefined

 

No words from my end

just a silent observer

melodies that befriend and mend

songs that denote the chemical warfare

 

Music is my definition of life

All that starts must come to an end

lyrics that pierce like a knife

harmonies that expand and extend

 

A beat that synchronizes with my heart

Music keeps me from falling apart

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