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You were sitting.

In the crowd,

much like it's a stage.


In that instant,

your instinct was go-

With the flow or the fool.


Remember,

whatever it is and seems,

you shall be heard.


You run the show,

just as with those in front.


The symphony is rhythm,

and your listening is the score.


It is never a dry note,

till the room goes vacant.

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