INTJ-T(The Music I Used To Play)

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I heard you whisper from the radio
I felt you calling me
I reached to turn it up louder
I reached to touch our fingertips

I felt my eyes close
I felt you smile at me
'Cause you know something I forgot
I let you take me by the wrist

I felt you pull me back to better days
When owls hooted in the night
When cows would bellow on the farmer's land
And I could feel the dew beneath my feet

I felt the stench of today
Get wafted far away
By the summer wind of yesterday
And the music that I used to play

Now tears are drying on my face
'Cause it saddens me to think
That the world's greatest artist
Might never find his brush

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