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His Music

His Music

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It's not the music that I choose,

It's like the person who is playing that music I choose...


It's not that I suddenly started liking the music,

It's like the music that he played I started liking...


It's not that I lost myself in the music,

It's like I lost myself for the person who is playing that music...


It's not just that he is moving the string of his guitar,

It's like he is moving one of the nerves of my heart...


It's not just the chords that he play,

It's like my heart starts to beat when he play...


It's not like he is doing something special,

It's like his music make me feel special...


It's not like he is the only one,

It's like he is the only music I own...


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