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Melodic Detour

In a quaint town where rhythms sway, A head bobs gently, lost in play. With each note dancing through the air, Joyful laughter mingles everywhere. A moment found, where hearts align, Time stretches thin, a pulse divine. In music's embrace, all cares release, A wondrous space, a fleeting peace.

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Melodic Detour