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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. |
Music soothes the savage beast..... Thanks for this cool poem.
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