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He sat in the living room Near him is a speaker Playing soft indie rock. A melody that makes him hum And tap his fingers On the table. So he began to sing His heart desires For there are no people present He will sing and dance Until the next music comes.
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Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
Soft indie rock
He sat in the living room Near him is a speaker Playing soft indie rock. A melody that makes him hum And tap his fingers On the table. So he began to sing His heart desires For there are no people present He will sing and dance Until the next music comes.
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Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
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