musicA Poem by beyits the way my heart beats its the way the birds sing its being caught up in the one and two...when the music has left its the slow drag of the needleacross the vinyl forty-five its the way i sway and feel the pulse rumble below music is alive © 2008 bey |
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Added on May 8, 2008 |

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