This is about a song that played on the radio one early morning ...
"A song is heard and my heart goes wild, a memory is stirred from when I was a child. A melody is haunting a hollow within. The music begins flowing and filling it in. ( imagine a harmonic here ...) A shadow once cast on a road left behind, has lifted revealing a pathway through time. From memory my lips form each word in the song. My spirit begins dancing where my body belongs. (Harmonica) I look for your soul to anchor my heart. Instead I find distance has kept us apart. Falling fast before hitting I'm saved by my muse, because roads never traveled are road never used. (more harmonica) The song is over and my heart is at peace. The memory's still there by the feelings have ceased. I gaze at an arm reaching hands that are spent turning off the radio so back to sleep I went (sweet harmonica encore) ..."
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