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By Dez Submitted by vampirehunterdez Date: 2001 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.28.19.11.1657]] |
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The sounds, the music, the voices ingulf me as the notes of the piano dance straight to my soul The harmony of singing lets my thoughts flow The furniture is scarce but we do not care As the ominous clouds try to provide a scare we may feel dumb up here, but nobody cares We recieve no dirty looks or embarassing stares Because deep down we are all Alike |