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Music in your heart is quintessentially you. It is the tune and beat to which your body moves. Symphony or one flute, the tune's not always clear. Quiet meditation will help your soul to hear. Unique in every way, your name is in the song playing within your heart as your life sings along. Some will try to tell you all must be harmony. They'll change your music if you give them the key. "We must walk in concert," is what they'll come and say. "Give to us your music, we know a better way." And when they've collected all the music everywhere, the tune that they'll produce will sound full of despair. Soul without its music will give a mournful cry and from the void within will shrivel up and die. No matter the rhythm, it is what makes you You. Refuse to compromise, to your music stay true. Copyright © December 23, 2008 by Karen M. Crump
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