A parade of clouds and little puffs behind them they follow as their Mother – Julia Hartwig

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A parade of clouds and little puffs behind them they follow as their Mother – Julia Hartwig

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When you listen to old-school music, you can smell your mother’s food in the kitchen. You can feel where you was when you first heard that song. That’s what’s beautiful about music. It’s for everyone, but we all have individual memories that make us love it.

-- Rakim

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Love is one of my favorite things to talk about. Every song will be about losing it or finding it, seeing a guy and not knowing if you want to tell him how you feel yet. I guess I’m a hopeless romantic.

-- Candice Glover

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Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, ‘convulsions of nature,’ etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God’s love.

-- John Muir

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I guess you could write a good song if your heart hadn’t been broken, but I don’t know of anyone whose heart hasn’t been broken.

-- Lucinda Williams

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LIFE IS SHORTER, LIVE IT. LOVE IS RARE, GRAB IT. ANGER IS BAD, DUMP IT. FEAR IS AWFUL, FACE IT. MEMORIES ARE SWEET, CHERISH IT.

-- Anonymous

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