It takes forty bars to get stuck in
your head.
Those are memories ears don't forget,
But sometimes it only takes ten words
to know
That a new song I hear echoes ten years
ago,
Hitting bittersweet chords, a new
graduate's theme,
Two songs nothing alike but they bring
hindsight-dreams.
They both make me feel young. They
both make me feel old.
They alter time's flow in my personal
world.
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