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This wasn't it. It couldn't be. The sheets were strewn all over the floor, notes and stanzas littered her mind with a silent sounds. This was it. Music. Music was most beautiful when it was silent, when it was in the mind, not out of the mouth or into the ears. It was beautiful.
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