The birds are in the trees and the music is all free,
The music being played by various artists for me;
So the colour of the music is a rainbow like idea,
Kind of blending in together in a beautiful noise to my ear.
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And the voices of the nation are when the train comes into station,
Or the place is over the plains and the people nonstop on vacation;
The plants are in the plan as the planets come round again,
Like he is coming back to water them by rain as sane to gain.
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And it's the same thing that you want and need to pass the time,
As the voice sings to the music and the pen is colour in the rhyme;
And it basically continues meaning the more you tend to play and listen,
So that in the reason for the season as the melodies tent to glisten.
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For it costs a lot to keep on playing in a continuing loud beat,
As the sound goes down the track when it's like men along the street;
For the rail drowns out the gale when the girl is on the trail,
The wind has it's sound in the music as it seems and tends to fail.
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For the regular tick of the clock is like the beat of my heart,
A sweet and harmonious rhythm of the circulation of the smart;
And the colour of the music is like the clarity of the stone,
As your hip and swinging Ipod turns into your iPhone.
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The beauty of the behavior is that it can happen anywhere,
And there it is resounding as clear as crystal nearly everywhere;
Like the drum and trumpet play all day within the grounds,
As if he turns up being she as the colour of music is in the sounds.
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Signed,
Different Love
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