Registering slowly, musical rhythms enter my mind,
waking it with gentle prodding and silent nostalgia.
Remembering yesterday's waltzs with a tearful eye,
enjoying their essence in hearts of today.
Midnight ecstasy trailing memories in visions of
thoughtful melody, allowing advantages of youthful
exuberance to become one within heart's soulsl
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