The Song of Songs
This is the rhythm we strive to achieve We can't hear it because we're too small to perceive But we feel it and know it, it pulses inside us We manifest it, allow it to guide us. Each instrument holding its own, but in tune With the stars and the atoms and the people and the moons We never miss a beat, because that is not the way, The song we play is the song we mean to play.
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