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There's a kind of music, inside my head,
A music without speach.
You may have heard it sometime before,
Listen, and it's within your reach.
You can't explain the mysterious wonder,
That comes from listening idolly,
To the wordless music inside your head,
Be still for a moment, listen quietly.
At first you make think it's nonsense,
And turn your back in dismay,
But listen for only a moment more,
As the music begins to play.
It's your thoughts and memories humming within,
Hear it vibrating a tranquil tune.
Fall back into it's savory pleasure,
Forget all wrong, pain, and ruin.
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