There is something great in what music is,
something holding a beauty of its own
with a melodious kind of stirring tone
that comes forth in tranquil sweet harmonies,
with some flowing lovely consistencies
that dies off when the sweet music is gone.
There is something great in what music is,
something holding a beauty of its own
and maybe sometimes I am the only one
who hear those linking similarities
when a trumpet or saxophone is blown
when deep into my soul those notes comes down,
there is something great in what music is.
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