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Modern MusicModern music sways in lines above the trees Birds land and fly away in never ending patterns of song It whips about in storms and fits of rageModern Music
Or gently swings in the sweetness of spring I suppose modern music has a life of its own Chasing the breeze But always pulled back by the invisible tether Modern music is in the text of the heavens Read like an open book when looked at from the ground Sparrows flit from measure to measure Doves coo the key signature And then, a rest, but only a short pause As night sounds creep in And the rhythm starts over agai
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