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Notes drift through the air Everything stops to listen The violin bow drifts Through dimensions of music Carving a note into the earth Miles away, Fingers move across a keyboard Creating magic Real magic Through music Next to her A gentle voice begins to sing Creating a melody Music travels everywhere It's real magic To those who can Imagine
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
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Notes drift through the air Everything stops to listen The violin bow drifts Through dimensions of music Carving a note into the earth Miles away, Fingers move across a keyboard Creating magic Real magic Through music Next to her A gentle voice begins to sing Creating a melody Music travels everywhere It's real magic To those who can Imagine
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
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