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Who’s your first love the girls ask me
Music, said I
The boy isn’t worth the mention
I cringe at the memory
How pathetically stupid I was
But the sweet sound of music
Has always been there for me
It gives me wings to fly
To soar at the peak of a high note
When I feel lost and deprived of joy
It gives me hope with every beat
Truth be told,
Air drumming has prevented shiners
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