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 Music Music Music has a language all it's own No matter what day of the week No matter what time or season Deeply magnetic No matter who you are Or where you reside Clearly the sounds Will tell you all about last night You become captured Finding yourself a victim Of words unsaid It can lead you straight to Someones past Someones present and Leave you skeptical about the future Secretly changing your life Your image For an eternity beyond recognition (c) Ladyspiritbird all rights reserved Vote for this poem
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