It's HEAVEN wrapped in pen's ink.
It's not now or never, it's always today til forever.
Only fools know how to bind them.
Make halos and wings out of words and tunes.
Make impressions out of built nothingness.
It is when you learn how to listen than just hear.
To speak than to say.
It connects the gap between lines.
Even if it's broke, cheap. It'll always be a need, important indeed.
MUSIC is the cloud above every head.
The land who took care of our brethren.
The liquid. It's a gas. It's priceless. Immortal. It's a portal towards infinity.
Everybody's it's angel.
IT'S SOMETHING FROM NOTHING.
MUSIC is life. It's my breath.
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