i listen to the epiphany of wind in the trees swirling up to meet my music - there's nothing i can say that you can't refute, that years of sharing hearts and brains and pains won't have hardened you against. and all i need do is listen to the harmonizing sounds... it's been sung a thousand times, and a thousand times better, too. but endless repetition has only driven the point across - you noble belles know nothing of hell.
how's that for a quote? It's upon your worst emotions I dote - isn't it? feeding the flame with flax and grain until suddenly my troubles are much more than kindle. let's pinch each other once a day just make sure we know this life is actually play.
"did i strike the right set of chords? you're annoyed."
don't think i'll ever know what it means, but it sure sounds right.
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i like this one too, because oftentimes, music is the best thing.
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