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i think of music
of silver cords and the brass drum
the quick one two beats of the piano,
the gentel hum of a two guitars playing in harmony,
the soul that swims forth from the violen,
the wail of the sax that clashes with pealing trumpet,
the exicetment of symbols as they wave to and frow,
the moan of the clarenet and the dance of the pipes
as they mix in hot red passion to create emotion seldom felt
beyond the timber halls and the long forgotten roads
not yet taken.