Musically Death

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I want to hear music,

Until my last breath happens,

Till my hands stop waving,

Till my heartbeat stops making me feel,

Till my legs make me move,

Till my mind stops imagining,

Actually this is what music is,

It gives chances to live.

I want to hear music,

As it inspires me,

And as it shakes my fears.

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