We will cary on your memory. We will cary on.
The music from the past pass through my ears. The ears who heard alot of hard words through the years.
The Music from the past pass my brain, the brain who thought some terrible thoughts about it's owner.
The music from the past continues down to my heart. The hears who have been brooken and torn into pieces several times.
The Music from the past opens my heart and shoot the music from the past back to the brain and down to my eyes. The eyes who spent years blocking finally let them trough.
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