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All the strokes a paintbrush makes
along the sketches for the eyes can't match to notes dancing away, flowing alive, [as always] through the heart and the mind. Pictures worth a thousand words; those taken at a moment's time, but lyrics dwell upon the sense with meanings mended [forever] on desire in each written rhyme. Always there for recollection; carved into the air around. A lullaby that's kept for keeps secured safely [as always] with every soft sound. Let music draw all on it's own. Let colors fill between the bars. The art created by the songs can highly heighten [forever] by just what they are. Crescendos tied onto the soul, pulling emotions as they rise, can make a person want to sing while twirling towards [as always] to where stars glisten in a night's sky.
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