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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.