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OF OLD SOUL....

I love the sounds of a familiar tune                

It rekindles a feeling i once knew

Music that was sung on days of old

When lyrics and voice would feed ones soul

I imagine old Neil with his “Sweet Caroline”

I wonder who she was, maybe a love lost in time?

Van Morrison takes me back to my own dream world

When i felt like the one and only “Brown eyed girl”

Nothing like Mr Sinatra to set the scene right

With a classic for those “Strangers in the night”

I dance and sway on an emotional high

My dearest Elvis singing, “We can’t go on together  with Suspicious minds”

The hairs on my neck, arise to be set free

As  a deep voice whispers, “Dont you feel like crying,

C’mon baby, oh cry to me”

And as my European roots, kick in

 Julio sings “When they Begin, they Beguine

Quiero sentir Las cosas de Siempre”

I’m left with a comfort of always knowing

That i had all these wonderful men as i was growing

As the years pass, they’re always around

To lift my spirits up, with their melodies of old sound                                                              

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Tina Moore

so true that old songs still revive old memory's  and help even now when sad   best wishes   tina

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