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Can you remember this picture? The music playing. We sat there and listened to the magnificent saying.. Closing our eyes to match the pitch, every note fitting together stitch by stitch. The harmony of our love, made songs from above. Our hearts beating like little percussions tuning into our inside discussions. The lyrics of our tears, fighting each others fears. Deep in our souls, we felt jazz; no need for vocals. The minor hurts and pains made music our melodic domain. Rocking to the touch of the masters hand, hearing the sweet sweet sounds of the local band. All in our playlist of memories, the ones we shared dearly. Together as one, chasing the beat of the drum. Do you remember our love for music? Rap, Hip-Hop, R&B, Blues, Acoustic? The treasure we shared close to our hearts. Promising each other, we will never be far apart.
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