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In the hush of dawn, music softly plays,
A melody that brightens even the darkest days.
It lifts the soul, calms the restless mind,
In every note, a new peace we find.
Music turns work into a dance,
Focus sharpens, and we seize our chance.
It soothes our sorrow, stirs our joy,
A magic that nothing can destroy.
When the world feels heavy, and spirits low,
Music is the light that makes us glow.
It shifts the mood, changes the air,
A comfort that’s always there.
In every beat, a story unfolds,
A symphony that never grows old.
So let the music play, pure and true,
A reminder of the strength within you.
George Style
In the hush of dawn, music softly plays,
A melody that brightens even the darkest days.
It lifts the soul, calms the restless mind,
In every note, a new peace we find.
Music turns work into a dance,
Focus sharpens, and we seize our chance.
It soothes our sorrow, stirs our joy,
A magic that nothing can destroy.
When the world feels heavy, and spirits low,
Music is the light that makes us glow.
It shifts the mood, changes the air,
A comfort that’s always there.
In every beat, a story unfolds,
A symphony that never grows old.
So let the music play, pure and true,
A reminder of the strength within you.
George Style