I hear notes to my left,
chords to the right,
i lose my breath,
cause its symphony night,
instruments,
trumpets and tubas,
makes us forget our regrets,
they move us,
players,
how they make beautiful music,
you dissolve in its layers,
uts a beautiful mosaic,
the song,
a fusion of notes and creativity,
a feeling of electricity,
drags you along,
when your life is in ruin,
do not go by what you see,
open your ears take it in,
cause lifes a symphony...
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