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I hear drums, late at night pulsing intense beats I hear violins, sad yet eerie and drown in dark I hear the piano, it cries of the night ahead No one hears them, just me... My own private symphony.

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Written by

whatyoudontknow

Published: Jul 1, 2014
LinesWords: 439

Notes: Written in metronome of 13 syllables. Please dramatic emphasis in style of reading for best effect.
Tags: #fear #alone #music #mine #concern #psychosis

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