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THE FIRST FEW NOTES,
BEGIN TO PLAY,
A SONG WE KNOW SO WELL.
THE MEMORIES
COME RUSHING BACK,
A DIFFERENT PLACE AND TIME.
THEN THERE WE ARE,
ONCE AGAIN,
RELIVING WHAT IS GONE.
THE MUSIC PLAYS,
SO TOO THE TAPE,
OF OUR LIVES,
THE GOOD OR THE BAD.
REMINDING US OF YESTERDAY'S
YESTERDAY'S OF PAST.
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MUSIC AND THE MIND
MUSIC AND THE MIND
