The Freedom of Music

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Nagging at the back of my thoughts,
Waiting to be released,
It plays itself over and over in my head.

Then finally, finally I began to create its black and white prison.
But also its freedom.
Constructing freedom out of black dots and lines.

Now it can be shared with the world.
Now its voice can be heard by anyone who listens.
Now the music is free.





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