The price
You have to break
Even though it hurts
If you want some rhythm
To the music of the days
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
In the world of art dealers
You have to be alone
Even though it hurts
If you want to make
Some music to the ears
Otherwise
You’ll just leave yourself living
Amidst the white noise
It’s the price
Not hard to pay
If you really want to listen
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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