In this brick-façade building of ours,
where murmurs in the arched entrance buzz
along with the resonance of emotion-heavy cello strokes,
where pastels blend in anomalous formations
into the g major chords of the honey-colored violins,
where eyelids carry us to distant lands
and eardrums make our hearts beat the way they do,
and eardrums make our hearts beat the way they do,
we have shed tears and worn smiles upon expressions upon expressions.
We have loved with our hearts, with our instruments,
with our blissful words.
We have danced with our souls and bodies,
sung with our voices and minds,
and spoken with our music.
and spoken with our music.
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