Music

The beat, it flows throughout my veins,

Making me move along.

The rhythm morphs into a tune,

And I listen all June.

 

The melody moves through my soul;

My body starts to sway.

Its influence is very strong.

And I danced all night long.

 

The voice that sings sings strong and true,

No tremor could be heard.

The sound and tone so clear and pure,

For loneliness, my cure.

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