There Is Music....
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Peter S. Quinn
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There is music every day
when I wake up and live,
even though days are gray
I'll to life my songs give.
With its dreams and memory
that has made me all out,
like an on growing tree
that my life is all about.
There 's music in my heart
when I go to my sleep,
and when a day freshly start
those seeds I shall reap.
Nothing comes though easy
when the winter is on,
and life is cold and breezy
but my heart shall hold on.
There is music in the air
when the sun is all glowing,
and my love is inside here
where my beats are ongoing.
For love is all - life is for
bringing peace to our mind,
with the night's wishing star
that again we might find.
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