

Carry me, Sweet MelodyCarry me, Sweet Melody
The worst or greatest things can come from a dream.
Snow floated to the ground in soft motion. The distance is vague, though I'm sure I saw a figure. I wanted to see what it was, I needed to see what it was. Picking my heavy feet -gosh were they heavy- allowing them to fall into the soft, deep snow. It felt like hours before I got there. Who is that? I see two figures, not just one, but two. A soft -the softest- melody came chiming through my ears, note after note flying through my ear canal. I close my eyes spinning to the sweet sound of the beautiful music. Stop. Those figures, I see it so clea
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how do...how do you do?my name is you
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I'm the "Who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I'm the wind blowing through your hair...
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Success is an illusion...
much appreciated..
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those who find misspellings are allowed to keep them!
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--Jean-Paul Sartre
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Your Not-So-Ordinary Friend
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