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The day the music died-- A song created from my poem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DliaA8F1f7E Whenever February brings a winter chill, I think about that song, and see you standing there on that beach, white sand, blue water, palm trees casting shade, solitude, and you swaying to the sound of the waves with your pony tail flowing down blowing' in the wind. Oh Oh Oh that first hello, your silent gestures, and your wide eyes gazed at me, and at that moment, everything changed, and I fell into you. Sometime after that first hello, we were like children again, building castles, palaces, and writing our names in the sand, snapping pictures of each other, and watching that flimsy paper and string drifting on the breeze. When I hear that song, I think about you, I think about three stars falling from the sky. Strange how a song sounds like a memory, like a recording of a summer's day on that beach. The day the music died, Like a beach-pea blossoming and binding the sand, our hearts were blossoming and binding love. Sometimes we'd shout, sometimes we'd doubt, but we knew true love ways, and Oh Boy, when we were together all the world could see we were good for each other. When I hear that song, I think about you, I think about three stars falling from the sky. Strange how a song sounds like a memory, like a recording of a summer's day on that beach. The day the music died, At sunset, we would spread a blanket, unpack a basket, and lay back for a picnic on the beach. As the sky coaxed the mood from daylight to moonlight, in the still of the night to angel of the morning the silence of your gestures and your smiles attracted me then you said stay, And it was complete. Strange how a song sounds like a memory. Like a recording of a summer's day on that beach. The day the music died. The Day the music died.

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