beats

music flowing, overjoying
tempo fast and hard and strong
its notes rang true and bright and proud
and sweetly to this ear was heard

a whistle deep inside the earth
a thistle pulling out its girth
it had a tune, a wonderous tune
full of dance and feast and love and joy

oh this music in its love was true
and conquered but down to a simple fool
its melody was playing fast
and though the hills it rang so proud
that even man could understand
how simple, how complex it be
this wonderous majestic being of life

it knew its way, through scores of years
and saw its job, burned out in tears
to mend those hearts, and joy those eyes
in a sparkle of a malice heart
or a jingle to a beggars ears

joy spilled forth in wondrous glory
and everymore its love was known
as music, oh dear sweet music it has been
and nothing had the power to take
its flowing beauty, in all its awe
and all its glory, shock and pause
a beaten slave can hum a tune
majestic kings can sing great praise
but simple music, flowing forth
has been working, overflowing.

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