The Unending Joy Of Music
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Shalom Freedman
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The poem of the morning
Is the unending joy of music
The life that only it gives
The happiness without question
The feeling that flows and flows
Through sadnesses and pains
And above and beyond it all
Just moving us and moving us
More and more-
Music of the soul
That makes us feel
We belong to this sad universe
Despite ourselves
And our loneliness.
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