Reaching into night melodies of the past as they give us
pause, recollecting our youth in measures of notes and
tones.
Never ever forgetting our past, because of songs we have
sung through the years, bringing our minds into spheres
of recollection.
Reliving rhythms over and over again as these favorite
songs of ours are played off and on by bands on stage for
our enjoyment.
Lilting measures taking our hearts and minds along strands
of elegant treasures of the past that continually gift us
through the years, symphonies of our times in memories.
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