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 Harmonic Balance
I just bought her new album,
now it's to the woofer and the tweeter.
I open the cellophane wrapper and wish I could meet her.
I turn on the power the Cd player gives a click.
I close the tray then push play and it begins to flick.
The strumming of strings, the wrapping of drums,
whoa look out people here the music comes.
Silently she clears her throat and sucks in lots of air.
The laser lights flash all around illuminating her hair.
The vocals are perfect the vibes are all there,
In harmonic bliss as I sit in my chair.



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