Music
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The magic of a six string falls on me like a gentle shower and drowns me in a depth of thoughts where the world looses its power. There's no joy , nor any regret but a mere sensation of being hypnotized. All worldly fuss just dissolves away and everything in me gets equalized. The world runs faster than me and I cannot maintain my pace. I give up all my desperate efforts I lie down and watch the haste. The music blends with my heartbeat; The world slowly dies away. There's nothing left to possess; nor anything I would betray. Music flows when strings vibrate and I can see a lie the world fabricates. It makes you run the whole day long but at dusk there's no where you belong.
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