They are the ones who like you solely,
For they are the ones who like you soulfully.
Walking a path denied of its existence,
A pair of rhymes, a tune — first irritates,
Then lures.
For they are the ones who like you soulfully.
Walking a path denied of its existence,
A pair of rhymes, a tune — first irritates,
Then lures.
The precaution fades when we love this sound,
Joy no longer seems a reason to live for,
When the beats of a song flow out through the heart.
Hail! For we’ve learned to live,
Learned to dine with our instincts
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