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Jul 2014
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.
Written in metronome of 13 syllables. Please dramatic emphasis in style of reading for best effect.
Whatyoudon'tknow
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Whatyoudon'tknow  Utah
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