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At the end of the story We will find the beginning again And when the last note of the symphony gives way to silence We find our voice in the echoes The truth that music left behind As music washes us out Closing our human heart It moves us, lifts us to float on its waters Any time we need It elevates us, transforms us Music takes us home Home to the truth that's written, carved into the base of our very heart Our vessels And while this sometimes beautifully broken world wants us to believe we are earthly Made to live and die unremembered, with our footprints so quickly washed away in the sand The truth is We are heavenly From Letras Mania