How sweet it is the swaying of dulcet melody,
only a profound sound like wind to the trees.
A beginning for what was the end;
a music, that does ascend.
It finds the heart and proudly gives in,
to ignore this sweet melody, it would be a sin.
Such peace that comes from dulcet melody,
from a note of an offset key.
It sways with a sound, a beauty to be heard-
like the voice of the morning bird.
How sweet it is, that I bear witness-
a profound sound swaying with a kiss.
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