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there's music in the background
and pleasure in the letdown

there's everything and nothing in the strum of a guitar

there's beauty in the madness
sweet chaos in the sadness

all hail the flip, the switch, the turn of phrase
the sleight of hand
the trick of eye that rolls the sun

the tigers die in asia
and languish in the zoo

and in south africa they grind
diamonds, which like humankind

are flawed but can be cut to spark
with flash to hide the impure dark

so cover up your darker flaws
with show of teeth and snap of jaws

they'll never have to push if they can make you long to jump

and love the one who, with a wink
can trip your mind before you think

but love is blind, and blind is weak
so go, love hard, but 'ere you speak

know heartbreak is death's younger sister
speak not of love above a whisper