#21: Music

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A whispered phrase has reached my ear,

How soft and calm it sounds,

The melody, so pure and clear,

The words are leaps and bounds.


Oh, play, piano, play for me,

And may the singer sing,

Please play it in your favorite key,

Oh, let your voices ring!


There are so many instruments,

With which you can make music,

Some may say it's heaven sent,

This wonderful thing called music.


Music comes in many stiles,

From classical to jazz,

Enough for many, many miles,

Of car rides filled with pizazz.


Music's something we all need,

Every living soul,

Every culture has the need,

There isn't a single hole.


We're fueled by this lovely art,

It fills up all our days,

Take it away and we're not smart,

We'd let our brains just laze.

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