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A record A very old record, of something important In that smooth time capsule A recorded moment Blow the dust off and let your needle find a delicate groove What’s coming through sounds old But right. Sounds like yesterday Feels like home Like ancient memories, A little faded You remember them like you need to The prominent bits are clear But the details are low Unregistered Unrequired You’re free to fill in those blanks And you will Memory finds fantasy The music is sweet And somehow mysterious The grooves, That endless spiral of old joy You want to unravel them like a string And dance, and twirl around the room Let them wrap all around your body Dip your soul in the sound That sweet homemade tea Reels of memories You didnt know you had Steeped in time Spinning round Taking over your eyes You forgot you know all the words Nostalgic harmony Sepia sun rays surround you A vintage dream of happiness Plays all around you The music of a life Of belonging Of something real

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