Notes
And sometimes you wish you were an artist.
You wish you were good enough with words to create another universe to run to when life's too much
Instead you're left here alone with inarticulated dreams and visions
But then music comes along and words are no longer a necessity
And dreams no longer need to be said.
(Kind of epic, kind of sad, kind of hopeful. Could help you study, too! Enjoy...)
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