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poem falls with music (me).

My brush in the painting of music,๐ŸŽถ
kisses me & goes,๐Ÿ˜˜
touchy-feely poem,โœ
I watch its movements in it,๐Ÿ‚
The music lay on my shoulder,๐ŸŒจ
the pleasure bliss,โ˜”
Many ragas giving me,๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ
The heart flies and falls with poetry and music.๐Ÿ•Š๐ŸŽถโœโค.
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