“I love music that haunts me, make me sing the melody to myself and dream, romantic tragic dreams. This isn't a summer song. It's a blustery fall-time song that shakes the leaves of trees and makes your bones ache.
This song is like a fever you can't shake and the lover you can't catch.
This is a muse that masquerades as a song.”
I love music that haunts me, make me sing the melody to myself and dream, romantic tragic dreams. This isn't a summer song. It's a blustery fall-time song that shakes the leaves of trees and makes your bones ache.
This song is like a fever you can't shake and the lover you can't catch.
This is a muse that masquerades as a song.
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