Second Dead Note
Like drums, guitars, keyboards and pianos
They run on a string of notes.
That reaches the limits of unlocking astonishments…
The sound sifts to obtain dead notes
And you are left in an incurable feeling,
Until its destruction.
By ignorance the notes will never leave your circle
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