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You opened our ears
Which in their deafness
Never heard all this music
But instead called it silence.

You opened our eyes
Which in their blindness
Never saw all these ideas
But instead called them nothing.

You played and danced on the fine line
Between meaning and meaningless,
Between sound and music and silence and movement,
Between chance and determination,
And showed us how fragile it really is,
And how harmoniously it vibrates.

You taught us music never ceases;
Neither will you ever be silenced.

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