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The Music
The music flows through me
its with me everyday
the melodies flit through my mind
I can never them out of my head
It never leaves
but thats OK
you see,
I don’t mind
not one bit
because without my beautiful music
I would be nothing
I would be a hallow shell
I would look the same
but without my music
I am dead inside
Oh, the world will go on
but my own personal world
will end
so I pray that my music,
the music in my head,
never leaves
poem
by
Lilinoe Hall
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