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Akela-Nakamura

Published: Jul 30, 2014

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Music is the one constant in this world of uncertainty.

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It doesn't matter what mood you're in, what music you like or even the music you hate, music always has the right words, when you can't find your own.

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It might be a mini-series. I don't know. At least a themed set of poems.

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