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Music

by richard-ellis-hawley

While sitting here one sunny day my favourite music started to play It started soft and grew in sound when the organ boomed around Emotions running high and low while the sound of music ran its show The sound of brass echoes through with string quartet making things anew The concert hall is filled with tone chilling you right to the bone the audience goes wild at the end of the show and maestro conductor takes his bow for the encore there's the sound of Bach the audience leaves for now it is dark!
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42 / M
Published
Nov 21, 2014
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#music#concert#classical#organ#bach
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