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May 26
Instruments haveΒ Β limits.
They are like people.

They have only so many notes,
And they can't speak your soul
With a small vocabulary.

There aren't words to nail
Down the essence of you.
They won't do you justice.
.
We will never know the
Extent of Mozart's beauty;
His music is an attempt to
Jump and break the ceiling.

His music is awe inspiring,
It's his soul, watered down.
He had no limits at heart,
But there's limits to sound.

There's many like Mozart.
Maybe you are one of them.
Isaac Charles Carden
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Isaac Charles Carden  26/M/Florida
(26/M/Florida)   
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