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The Sound of music


The off the frame the sound was magnificent

The sound of the sax was the middle of the pack

The sound of the piano brought the bass to the party

The sound of the trumpet was the cherry on top of the milkshake

 

The color of all of the instruments

The shine of the brass from the trumpet and the sax made them glow

The deep black of the piano was like a void

The light red of the guitar brought some flavor to the mix

 

There are people waiting to play the wonderful instruments

There are people lining around the block to hear them play

There are so many adults that fell like kids when they hear them play

The kids feel like they can fly when they hear them play

 

The color of the painting was so vibrant

The way they love the sound

Was a beautiful thing to see

How they love the sound of them all together

Was the best thing in the world

 

No one knew the sound they would behold in there ears

There were so many sounds at one time for one person

It was the sound of joy and happiness

 
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