Music is drifting On invisable roads Music is shelter When your walls are grey again Say, what do you feel when you listen to
( a floating wave of moments
Say, what do you hear when you're alone
and the party is over Music is naked
While you sing
Music is a cure For a futile conversation (Eldron, 4.10.2001).
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