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I was singing it in my head, the words twirled and fumbled around. You keep me warm I sang, lyrics all mudled. I kept humming the same line. Isnt it nice when a song is so beautiful it stops just being a song? It becomes a part of you; a memory. And when a feeling comes, the tune comes crawling out of you without too much effort. Never mind if you cant remember the exact words. You already subconsciously scored that scene of your life with that song. Or maybe its just cold tonight and my muddled you keep me warm was a song to my blanket.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 15:22:24 +0000

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