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Long long ago I could love
a piece of music attributing my personal profile to it.
With my eyes shut and ears
open to those notes I romanced the rain trickling down my cheeks, I fell
in love with those dew drops dangling at the tip of a leaf. As it bounced
in the gentle breeze, my heart would lose a beat to collect it on my
finger tips. As it tip toed through my clothes I anticipated its path.
Then I would pen my thoughts and relive it as I read.
Long lost are these
emotions, at present I am flavored with reason in all that I do.
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