Jazz is the crying baby inside us.
Like a pure disgusting monster.
Your moments are passing by your eyes
But you will remember why you are alive.
Everyone around you will become one.
You become connected to the world.
Through your music is the key.
To wash the sorrows with creative purity.
Jazz is your urgent need to express your hurt.
It makes your soul ache in pain.
Your spirit withers away like an old man.
But when you play those notes.
You remember why you are alive.
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