My friend, music is The language of the spirits When birds sing, do they call to the flowers Or do they call, to the trees, or to the streams? For man in his understanding, cannot know What the bird is saying Nor what the stream is murmuring When the ocean Waves crash upon the shore Can man in his understanding know What the rain What the breeze What the flowers know? Man in his understanding Cannot know What the bird is saying Nor what the stream is murmuring In your depths We deposit all our hearts All our soul The spirits taught us to see with…
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