A wondrous collectious
Cacophony of love.
The feeling once the beat
Begins to kick,
Lulls me into a wondrous
Collection of bobbing
Bop
Bops
Of my head.
Cacophony of love.
The feeling once the beat
Begins to kick,
Lulls me into a wondrous
Collection of bobbing
Bop
Bops
Of my head.
Stop,
Listen to this
Beating heart, whose
Beats beat through
The speakers.
O, the song sings soulful through
My ears,
Brain,
Heart.
Listen to this
Beating heart, whose
Beats beat through
The speakers.
O, the song sings soulful through
My ears,
Brain,
Heart.
Silence is the soul and yet
Music is heaven.
Or hell,
Depending on the song.
And that is beautiful,
The fact,
That
Music can take me through
Paradise
Or hell.
Here the trees are green,
The grass is golden,
And the sky precious
Azure.
Music is heaven.
Or hell,
Depending on the song.
And that is beautiful,
The fact,
That
Music can take me through
Paradise
Or hell.
Here the trees are green,
The grass is golden,
And the sky precious
Azure.
Leading me through these
Divine songs,
The nine levels of bliss,
Misery,
And purgatory.
Divine songs,
The nine levels of bliss,
Misery,
And purgatory.
And here It is,
This divine cacophony
Of love.
This divine cacophony
Of love.
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