Hum of the bees to flower.
Sway of the leaves to the trees.
The chimes of the bells each hour,
and moos of a cow appease.
Echoes to the deep valleys.
Streams to the rugged mountains.
Silence of cobbled alleys,
the burble of the fountains.
Music is breath to a soul-
know it, feel it, let it roll.
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