Across the hills,

Against the wind,

Below a sagging tree,

Music so strong,

Takes control of me.

Before the dark,

Within our hearts,

Over and through the sea,

The Music so beautiful,

Still calls to me.

Because of the sound,

Throughout the town,

In our minds,

The music is playing,

All the time.

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Okay, I just want to make a point right here, reviews are not liked, but loved! Hope that was okay... just another random poem that popped into my mind. Thanks for reading!