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Love Music

love is a sour note or a stupid key that'll only squeak the throat or dry the chord and sooner or later the voice cant afford but the voice is so stubborn as a black goat love is a tasking soprano or a druming acapela from the pounding hearts a-beat dissapointment where the major fall or shred apart and the minor rise only to fall again you can play it all day long and seem like a master of the instrument but at the middle of a song it can yield discourse and smile only at your expertee predicament it can never leave the tune to your control that's what is love and what is ts goal

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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