Mind tackling rhythms in folds of this open mind and brain, touching upon facts and truth as they're being found out on a constant basis.
Watching as they combat depression and despair - never letting them entering in a positive mind, brain, intellect, keep-ing this heart in an open field of feelings.
Watching as they gel, music keeping sad things from penetrating their beings throughout every musical rhythm listened to.
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