The Voice of music
The Voice of music
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High, high in the sky
Goes the voice of the singer
With the tones of sadness,
full of life symphony
Then like echo comes back
Or like breaking of the waves
On the sea sand, wave after wave
Hissing like the whispers of the wind
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The music pulls the sigh
From the lips of the singer
Leading his steps
Molding him as a great symbol
To the meaning of his words
What the hill the singer is saying
In a foreign language, that I don’t know
But for sure I can feel it, with all my since
My ears, my eyes and my heart
As the true feelings need not to be translated
The music, the language of the universe
Gifted by the great lord
To the world that looking forward
To be free and perfect
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