Music
It swims through the air
Graceful and sweet
Weaving through the people
Only one song and one beat
It’s coated with cinnamon and sugar
Melting with cider and mint
It’s a happy taste, a happy song
Though it has a bittersweet tint
It’s sad and trapped when it’s gone
It’s happy and free when you release it
This is the definition of life
The ever-changing sound of music.
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