The song starts out softA stroke of guitar-Subtle, as poisonYet sweet, as youthIt grows, and it thickensAvoidable, no longerThe hands of the conductor, wave, and flash-Simplicity, long gone-Melody is joined, by harmony-
The elusive glow, becomes a profuse ray
Drowning in sensation
And hints of, sorrowNotes dip, and crescendo, and invigorate-
Dissonance, washes over you-
A wave out to sea-
And reaches to your throbbing heart-
Caressing it, with its gentle hand-
Steady rhythm follows-
And the last note resonatesEven, when sound is no more-
The elusive glow, becomes a profuse ray
Drowning in sensation
And hints of, sorrowNotes dip, and crescendo, and invigorate-
Dissonance, washes over you-
A wave out to sea-
And reaches to your throbbing heart-
Caressing it, with its gentle hand-
Steady rhythm follows-
And the last note resonatesEven, when sound is no more-
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