When I think of music, I think of a whole.

I think of love and passion, of anger

and tears. I depend on maturity but yet seek

for the child. I follow the pattern but yet

long for the chaos. Often I wonder

why truth is so rare. But yet, when we

find it, and even for a glance,

you and i become

nature itself.

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