Whether you're happy or sad,
Bored or excited,
Music will be there,
To comfort you,
Like a summer's zephyr,
Or snow on a school day,
It is always here,
In so many variations,
Music is a person,
No,
Not one,
But many,
It's different with each composer,
And none of us live,
Any day at all,
Without music,
For music is rhythm,
Music is the beat to our steps,
And music is inspiration,
For everyday tasks,
And without music,
The world would be bland.
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