Untitledby Kevin Drapela | |
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Lost in a dream of places and people and things Touching the past in memories bringing clearly the soft sounds of life Wandering, wondering Endless days unfold once more to embrace Music box dancers forever spinning never to touch or to hold Priceless thoughts and precious thoughts when we dream do unfold |
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