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Music is a powerful thing. She laid, hoping to sleep. She had her headphones in. The music took her somewhere No dream could. The sounds, the lyrics, Each flowing directly to he drums, Took her away from the world For just long enough So that she'd feel Overwhelming joy.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
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Music is a powerful thing. She laid, hoping to sleep. She had her headphones in. The music took her somewhere No dream could. The sounds, the lyrics, Each flowing directly to he drums, Took her away from the world For just long enough So that she'd feel Overwhelming joy.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
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