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Chapter II · Poetry

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There is a place That you can go Where time is a taste And forward it does not know Just before the sun appears And the day takes it’s reins When the silence clears And the music fills your veins A memory as real as can be As verse leads into hook Shed every worry, you’re free Darkness, the melody took When you close your eyes And the beat is your only light Every note before the music dies Makes everything feel right

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