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When I open the door of believe
my heart and senses start to feel
The past life starts to connect in some way
catching up faster than we could have imagined
The present displays only the beauty that beyond what we could ever imagine
composes notes by notes sorrow or joy
The future plays itself out as subtle movement after movement
in more and more concerted harmony
If these aren't what the life is all about
what else
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