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The harmonies that fill the air remain; Beauty rises within the crescendo; All music is hardly

ever the same, When its softened with diminuendo.

The sweet sounding triads leap from each ear Which leaves every person on the same page; The waves of decibels bring joy and cheer Until the talent later leaves the stage.

Notes and staffs can be destroyed easily; Paper fades after years of use and wear, Yet music never leaves humanity; The melodies of the earth shant despair

If harmony shall ever leave mankind, The time is near for humans to resign.

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