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keep the music alive

Love is not a call and response song the refrain is not memorable Love is a burst of cacophonous notes that when put together in the right manner make a beautiful composition No two pieces are the same, melodies are unrecognizable and the song will never stay all efforts to write down every note are made in vein, for the beauty, and power is in the improvisation in the existence of mistakes The places to grow and be as wild as the voice and mind will allow No composer can interpret the things you've told them of this music or comprehend the words but having fleeting bursts of the tune is enough , to keep the music alive
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Written by
emmah
American
Published
Apr 30, 2014
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7/28/1930- 4/29/2014 in memory of my grammy

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