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Why?
They play my tears away, and still I cry for still I don't know why?
Why? The question one will always ask
Why? The question painted on truth's mask
Why is music so beautiful, so mysterious and yet reveal?
What is true, what is false, imagination and real?
Music play my tears away and I'll cry till I die, for I will never know why….
poem
by
Kevin Michael Murphy
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