When the solemn music plays,
I look back on those good old days,
When we would laugh till we cried,
And smiled and soared till we flied,
The windy days bring solemn tears,
Dark days and empty fears ,
The words of the music fill me with bliss,
When it was a moment in time , it was just this,
The symphony of the achey musicians tone,
Like the empty dial tone,
The song with a hidden voice,
Power of choice.
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