Intoxicating perfumes of rhythm, carry me away with scents of music.
Technically taking me down paths of smooth and easy slopes, climbing gently, making sure I can rest comfortably in strides of unequaled thought.
Lying down on beds of roses, thinking wonderfully of a multitude of energetic sounds, living in the circumference of many portraits of living as they are painted on screens inside.
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