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viveleroi0's thread of endless ramblings 3
Music
Imagine you're a ship,
Upon a journey to tomorrow.
Songs are the golden stars,
Which guide you.
Imagine you're a sparrow,
In a gentle westward wind.
Music is the change of season,
Which guides you.
Imagine you're a traveler,
Who has lost his way.
Music becomes a beacon,
Which guides you.
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