august rush.BGS BGT.

Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you
But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales

I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father

Maybe the notes I hear are the same ones they heard the night they met
Maybe that’s how they found each other
Maybe that’s how they’ll find me

I believe that once upon a time, long ago
They heard the music, and followed it...

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august rush

~rena.