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sometimes we forget about mornings and how the world appears to shine in the sun. sometimes we forget that birds sing and flowers bloom. sometimes we forget about promises and secret things. sometimes we fall into a darkness that holds no hope for better days. You don't even need a reason for that, it's just like walking in the park and accidentally fall into a rabbit's hole except your name is not Alice or Dorothy and you can't always find your way home.
and yet sometimes you remember, sometimes you remember words like these:
"(...)
The winds of march that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
The smile of turner and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you"
and then ... everything turns as bright as an early summer morning
The winds of march that make my heart a dancer