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 God is its author, and not man; he laid
 The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
  All read more 
 God is its author, and not man; he laid
 The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
  All perfect combinations, and he made
   Us so that we could hear and understand. 
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, read more
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams.
 And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note 
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than read more 
 And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note 
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; 
for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or 
proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the 
spheres. 
 Her voice, the music of the spheres,
 So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
  As wise philosophers have read more 
 Her voice, the music of the spheres,
 So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
  As wise philosophers have thought,
   And that's the cause we hear it not. 
I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.
I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.
Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant read more
Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.