Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music... the way that some people believe in fairy tales. I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father.
Maybe the notes I hear... are the same ones they heard the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they'll find me. I believe that, once upon a time... Long ago... they heard the music and followed it.
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