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It is perhaps perverse. With music, we can believe things much worse  than we would otherwise once it's sung we sleep, cry often deny the earworm that feasts upon thought overwrought inscriptions of ancient memories rawest feelings you ever had just live on with a tune It is perhaps perverse in its being a symbol for nothing. In itself, standing for nothing representing nothing its parts mean whatever we please based upon when and where we live An impostor, music To be consumed as you like. It is perhaps perverse enough  that you should create limits. Don't sing Malkosh at night for the fear of Djinns. Don't sing without faith for god, just give in. Don't play things on instruments that can't be sung Don't disrespect the masters - watch your tongue Best of luck if you've written a ninth piece will music save you from disease? Will you be able to turn 28 music will write your fate. This is if you're lucky not to have bee