The Chorus of Us
birthing beauty, siring hope.
Words to move mountains,
or so the story is often told.
Subtle the song,
Played humbly the notes.
Renewing emotions,
spellbinding the tones.
The melody inspiring truth,
our minds must be shown.
That a heart devoid of music,
is a soul without a home.
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