The music that softly plays in the ear,
Where ocean falls in circles, in a shell:
The songs of the past, the dreams we still hear,
The memories from sea which therein dwell.
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The familiar tunes the band was playing took her far so far away
To that village in Slovenia and her happy childhood day
These were tunes she heard her father on his old accordion play
Around the fire on Winter evenings such good memories tend to stay.
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