sunday

play me a song with words i don’t understand, sing me a melody that rings through the ages. tell me a story that never ends, with letters that flow right out of the pages. write me a ballad on your old cedar piano, the music dancing around my name. send me your voice because after tomorrow, the world as we know it would never be the same.

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