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Music

Music sings in the public square For all to hear and all to care A universal language All speakers comprehend And every language so desires And invents within the end From the elegant piano With fingers trickling around To a barrel called the steel drum All make the same sweet sound The rich, the poor Neighbors from a hundred floors As long as you may move or sing We can hear your beautiful voice ring

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