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Hozier
My love for music ...
There's this nostalgic feeling...
When he start to flick the strings of his guitar
Then his voice resound like the time stops
When he is singing the music he wrote
The melody he produce mixing together
Takes me back to the time of bohemian days
Where curiosity of the flowers and the bees
His touch gave new meaning to the music
He is now interpreting through his voice
True to his name with his music is the person
Who deals in goods knitted or woven like hose
There's this nostalgic feeling...
When he start to flick the strings of his guitar
Then his voice resound like the time stops
When he is singing the music he wrote
The melody he produce mixing together
Takes me back to the time of bohemian days
Where curiosity of the flowers and the bees
His touch gave new meaning to the music
He is now interpreting through his voice
True to his name with his music is the person
Who deals in goods knitted or woven like hose
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