Oh will they ever come to town? Rushing in with their Stage Names, and Golden Dreams; how I wish I could be a Stand In amongst the crowd. Swaying back and forth to the jubilee of melodies, and disasters of memories that make up songs worth singing, or even remembering as they cast away any stone of doubt that we are alone. For in our heart breaks none of us are so alone; we all feel the pain of being alive, of failure, of love lost only to be reborn through the ash once again!
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