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gold glistens in the sun

as the light that strikes its skin

bounces off and lands in my eye.

it is not gold then that glistens.

when you smile, i see the world

contained in a glass bowl.

and the picture is frozen

it was never moving after all.

when you talk i hear music

my heart hears music

my brain hears music

my ears, all they hear is your voice

but the rest of my body,

it hears soaring music.

there are fools and there are dreamers

and there are drunks and there are drinkers.

there are those that cry 

and those that sing and sigh.

and there are those that are in love.