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The song that swirls around me,
The sounds that almost drown me,
The music that I hear,
It stays with me for years,
My eyes cannot quite see,
What melodies that I dream,
Piano keys, and cello strings,
It envelopes around all things,
It speaks of rivers, mountains, trees,
All without uttering a single thing.
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