I need like a telegram thingy

Not that I can use it

Just to use it to pi pi pi you whenever I think of you

And you could pi pi pi back to tell me you’re okay

Do you know how much value you have as a human being?

Do you know the sun watches you?

Light is music

I wish I could hear it

Maybe we can on a subliminal level and it inspired our music

You create music like a great composer

Your notes lead to a high of unheard of levels

If you burn out, even if you burn out

You still wrote masterpieces

I don’t believe in human qualifications for what has worth and what doesn’t

According to humans fictitious numbers mean more than lives

They clearly aren’t qualified to determine value

You are the man you were meant to be

I don’t know what I am

But I swear you’re doing just fine

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