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Music

The way the music sways on the page, with the notes that sang.
The notes that dance, the sounds that prance.
When it reaches the end, my journey will begin.
The beat takes me away, in a world I stay.
In the world I stay, the music takes my heart away.
But the place I know, isn't that place you should go.
The music is the beat, where we should meet.











Peach
The fuzzy little peach

With a rock
At the beach
With a clock

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 16, 2014 ⏰

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