When it plays
The music seems to melt
Into a cloud that conceals
That wraps and holds you
It's more a part of the heart
Not a earl of the ear
When it plays
The music tears away
Pulling at flesh, bone, and blood
Taking everything real
Making everything dreams
When it plays
The music just plays
More than silence
Less then soul
Words to fill the silence
Paradise undiscovered
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