I Hear Music
I hear music. It's quite blusic, whining sax's that won't betray. I hear drumming, guitar's strumming, as my body begins to sway. It's my thermometer, my musical barometer, the pulsating rhythms that begin each day. I hear music. It's quite blusic and I pray that it's here to stay
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