Recollecting thoughts in our minds through musical memories as they're tossed and turned in measures of chords.
Being taken and played in a sequence that may or may not be repeated later in life, miracles standing by, waiting for their own particular sunrise.
Hearts continually moving closer to one another, there's nothing to prevent it from happening in this world of make-
believe.
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