You are music,
Precious music,
Perfect proses,
On a page.
You are lyrics,
Guns and Roses,
Jazzy jingles,
On a stage.
You are music,
Endless hues,
As any painter,
On a train.
You are music,
City music,
Sweet performer,
In the rain.
And your melody,
Is prudent,
Is concluded,
As the best.
You are music,
Tried-and-true,
And every note,
Of you is blessed.
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