Stormy winds blown me wild, I fell off a cliff but under me the ebony and Ivories my melodic safety net.
friends and lovers entwined confused. Falling Idol and lonely souls all have a net. whether it is harnony, melody or power chords that make you dance to the sun.
We are fish in a vast ocean, easily swimming away from the shoal. No direction until you are comforted by a voice. or lifted up on a cloud of music.
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