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Dream on, Dreamer


My current earworm. There's something harrowingly beautiful about the melody that the individual songs don't capture. The song has this longing quality, as if there's a distant dull ache within from it. I've been looping it so often I'm lapsing into this wistful mood permanently.


It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wear. She puts on her makeup and brushes her long long hair and then she asks me do I look alright and I say yes, you look wonderful tonight; The day the music died.

Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last. Wake me up when September ends, this will be the day that I die. Like my father has to come to pass, seven years has gone so fast, wake me up when September dies, this will be the day that I die.

Every move I make, every single day, everytime I pray I'll be missing you. Wake me up when September ends, this will be the day that I die. And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight, with suspiscious minds. Since you been gone, every second is a highlight. When we touch, don't ever let me go. Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like I'm a domino. Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.

What I love best about some songs: That their lyrics weave perfectly into a prose.
I lose myself in those.
To me, these always have a story.


// I need to get better grammar and better vocabulary and better writing skills.

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