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And how the ring sits inside the ear

And how it bounces back and forth as black-flagged concert child

And it's amazing how the moods fluctuate according to the timings

And unbelievable how tightly the feelings hold on to these nimble rings

And this music how it fuels its inhabitants and their world

And paired with smell these incessant rings go all the way to the past

And with such ease we are put back in forgotten places

And the memories that are revived from their lengthy slumber

And the thoughts being fabricated at this moment to be retrieved in the future

And how long will it be

And will this love for music ever subside?

And where will the answers come from?

And and and

And that's all