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From the gentle hum of morning's rise
To twilight's lullaby, where dreams arise
Music weaves its magic, pure and true
A timeless muse, in every shade and hue
With each chord struck, emotions unfurl,
In harmony, the mysteries of the world
Through crescendos high and soft refrains
Music echoes truths the heart retains
In the silence between heartbeat's sway
Music finds its home, where souls convey
A symphony of notes, a whispered sigh
In melodies, the universe draws nigh
In rhythms dance the echoes of the divine
A language spoken in melody's design
In the music's embrace, we find release
The highest art, where souls find peace
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