On Music
Sorrowful music cleanses the soul;
Storms of teardrops unnumbered
Over sweetness untold
When the clouds break,
And our tears flow away;
They leave behind the blossoms
Of the meadows of May.
Storms of teardrops unnumbered
Over sweetness untold
When the clouds break,
And our tears flow away;
They leave behind the blossoms
Of the meadows of May.
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2:56 PM
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