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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.
the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
