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an echo of a refrain
never a second too late
inspirational and strong
or bringing night everlong
it could be the words
short, or endlessly long
the fragrant emotion
of a bitter lovers song
maybe it's the rhythm
in it's purest expression
those things we love
it always defies definition.
so alive with purity
or very dead in misconception
opposite ends of contrast
the song of beginning and end
this is the song of life,
...still the rhythm beats on.
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