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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