The musical stream flows like a rushing dream.
It whispers, ripples, pools, and plays back scenes.
With gravitas it channels memories.
Everything is washed into the sea,
Except some sticky remnants that line the shore.
The musical stream flows like a dream
Whispering merrily, meandering along
Temporal pleasures and sad song treasures
It filters and files as memories.
The stream is but a dream
A flow past an unseen sea
A whisper of today.
Yesterday
Today together
Flows ...
A flow past an unseen sea
A whisper of today.
Yesterday
Today together
Flows ...
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