"If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine . . ."
"I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky."
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Source: Song: Northern Sky, Album: Bryter Layter, 1971
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