The Music


There's music to be heard,
there's music to be read,
there's always something to be said.
There's music to listen
and music to find
that special place in your mind.
It's always in the music,
the tunes you need when you're sick.
It turns you around
just by the note of the sound.
It picks you up off the ground.

There's music to write,
there's music to fly,
there's always something to sing by.
There's music to discover
and music to recover
that special place in your mind.
It's always in the music,
the tunes you need to escape.
It turns you around
just by the note of the sound,
and it picks you up off the ground.

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