a phrase, a song a view of a face in a crowd an emotion -- any one of these could trigger an old memory, of when: you were all the world to me and through the years, all I could see was you and I, together flying over never-never land... but fairy tales must turn to dust when the midnight hour is struck and moonlight fantasy dispelled by the breaking of the dawn (of reality) and though the glare might blind a bit, quite soon the warmth accomplishment can bring a soul will satisfy far more than flimsy heartbroke visions: but still... just every once in a while.. there is my piece of backwards heart that is still much in love with you falling, heedless to it's doom. I feel it's bittersweet remembrance ill starred love, so clearly rendered... and yet, my grief by time is healed... and I smile, remembering.

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"there is a tune to this. but its not a traditional song. i can still sing it though."