Past-Future
The music, the rhythm calls me
Whispers into my ears names
And dreams of a past-future that I have forgotten
In hopes that I remember
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The music, the rhythm calls me
Whispers into my ears names
And dreams of a past-future that I have forgotten
In hopes that I remember
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