Once, long ago, there was a girl with a heart full of dreams... the music would carry her to places she might recognise, one day, far in the unknown future. Her heart is still my heart, though that youngself is lost in the mists of time...
≈ : ♥ : ≈
(Moody Blues, Visions of Paradise, 1968)
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