When through life unblest we rove,
Losing all that made life dear,
Should some notes we used to love,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
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Oh! Such truth in thy words For they revive my broken dreams Music as thy said Royalty undefined by words But believe when I only here retaliate `Tis beauty in words is sweet music to me
Music is a truly magical gift, one has to listen keenly to discover it
The woman who reads these poems ruins them. She is absolutely dreadful. No inflexion and the most monotonous voice.