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Trash the brain- and mind and soul are forever gone! For thought must have it's neuroned path to trod. Smash flute- and melody softly fades away. For music must have reed and string to throb. But, what if heart have reason of it's own? And mind play brain as music instrument? Smashed flute- does that mean smashed melody as well? But hark! On evening breeze, I swear, that self - same melody is sent!
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