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They try to knock it

The beauty in the pain

That the music shares

Better than I explain


But I’m not the first

To feel so low

And won’t be the last

To survive the blow


So I listen widely

To the company in melody

A kindred melancholy

Part of the remedy


Then my words pour out

An alternate perspective

That I let go knowing

My view has my directive