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by x Mo x Sep 8, 2007 category : Life, society / other
The strings hole the notes That play the time's melodies. Each song and tune on the page Holds our secrets and memories. Using a song to convey How we feel and what we dream. Now only music in the background. Truly farther that it would seem. Penetrating our minds And flooding our beings. Filling our hearts And creating visions I'm seeing. Visions of old times All the smiles and laughs. So long ago seen and heard. Over a year and a half. Times have changed And memories will fade. Hopes to have it again As I listen to what we played. ~Originally 8-28-2007~