
Our life is a melody
Of the ones that appeared long,
Singing to the tunes it sees
To create something beyond.
The music is eternal,
And our voice just travels on,
With space, it quietly fades
But is never truly gone.
We might find peace in silence,
When the ensemble stands still,
And though our voices can’t last always
But the music it carries will.
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