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For the love of music,
For the high of sounds.
Sincere noises,
To which my heart pounds.

I heard it, it was music,
Honest and sincere musings;
The melody of chance,
Redeeming years of artistry.

For the love of music,
For the high of sounds.
Sounds of a groaning self
Being played like a voilin.

And I danced,
Because God gave me that role.
Danced to the sounds of self
Being played like a violin.

©herbertUba2017

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