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MUSIC
In the silence of the night it calls,
A melody that breaks down walls.
Notes like stars in the midnight sky,
Guiding hearts where dreams can fly.
With every strum, a tale is told,
Of love and loss, of days of old.
The rhythm pulses, steady and strong,
A heartbeat in the endless song.
From the depths of sorrow to heights of glee,
Music holds the key to set us free.
In every chord, a world unfurls,
A symphony of the heart that swirls.
It speaks in whispers, shouts in cries,
A language that never truly dies.
Across cultures, it bridges the divide,
In its embrace, souls coincide.
So let us dance to music's tune,
Underneath the sun or silver moon.
For in its cadence, we find our voice,
A melody that makes our souls rejoice.
© All Rights Reserved
A melody that breaks down walls.
Notes like stars in the midnight sky,
Guiding hearts where dreams can fly.
With every strum, a tale is told,
Of love and loss, of days of old.
The rhythm pulses, steady and strong,
A heartbeat in the endless song.
From the depths of sorrow to heights of glee,
Music holds the key to set us free.
In every chord, a world unfurls,
A symphony of the heart that swirls.
It speaks in whispers, shouts in cries,
A language that never truly dies.
Across cultures, it bridges the divide,
In its embrace, souls coincide.
So let us dance to music's tune,
Underneath the sun or silver moon.
For in its cadence, we find our voice,
A melody that makes our souls rejoice.
© All Rights Reserved
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