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"A premonition; to those wary of combining symphonic unison 
look at his skin 
blue hues bathed in moonlight 
the violin playing colors we’ve never seen 

It’s time for us to face this music 
Feel the energy of support as it creates the sound of 10,000 violins 

the notes flying, creating an
everlasting tune 
For it’s more than just his sound,  
as it ties us together, expressing more than just ourselves 

roots of our people,
our souls set upon the skies 
in a mix;
as we look to the clouds, 
androgynous figures lift one another in pure harmony"

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