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Swallowed by the music, In its belly I swim.

Ebb and flow, Like a credendo.

The currents toss me to and fro, It is a thrill and a delight.

I feel drowned in the music deep, But the chords keep me afloat.

Its decrescendo is a decadent waterfall, Falling only to rise to new heights.

Each drop of music is perfect, United into one masterpiece - Mozart’s Requiem.