body of change
from dust to dust it stays the same music is beautiful because it changes the body's immortal it was never born and will never die 'tis and'll remain but i hear voices telling the stories of senses portrayed with words separated by means of silence i can tell one word from another and the names of faces five of them flow from channels within having offspring synergizing to be me music is beautiful because of the way it changes otherwise it would be a noise like the seasons you see it flows like the wind upon a velvet meadow what attracts me isn't what i hold but what leaves me like adolescence you tell yourself that's how it works but listen again and appreciate it
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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