I closed my eyes to feel the symphony
Handel was playing so beautifully
like a war was coming and men were readying themselves to spill their blood
and that of others
there is something in music that pulls me to it
those were war days unlike yesterday and today
today, man cannot die with a laughter on his face
he is incapable of it
his brain has filled with crap
he is not here anymore; anyone who is not here
has no chance at a good laughter.
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