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There’s a broken chord

Under the seams of the world

An unsettling sonata

Plucked on the strings of wary minds

But bliss be to the tone deaf

It’s all an elegant symphony

When he who has ears will not see

But as the crescendo builds and rolls

Onward to the ever more frenetic

Motions of the maestro

I must wonder what will become

Of orchestra and audience alike

As the climax bursts forth

Like crashing waves across the crowd


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