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Sometimes the world
Tries to knock it out of you
But I believe in music
The way that some people
Believe in fairy tales.
I like to imagine that what I hear
Came from my mother and father.
Maybe the notes I hear
Are the same ones they heard
The night they met.
Maybe that's how they found each other.
Maybe that's how they'll find me.
I believe that once upon a time
Long ago
They heard the music and followed it.
