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Experience of music.

The drums bang and the earth settles.
The piano plays and the wind flows.
The cymbals hit and the clouds form.
The guitar riffs and the stars move.
The bass hits and the mountains spring up.
The song speeds up and the wind follows.
It swirls the clouds and stars until they merge.
A glowing flow wrapping the mountain peaks.
And then everything stops.
The vocalist sings a single long note.
Springing up the grass.
Opening up the field.
Making the sky blue.
The world feels light.
I float into the mist of the clouds.
I absorb the glow into my skin.
I breathe the air deeply,
and feel myself expanding beyond me.
I am the song and the song is the world.
And the world is beautiful.

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