The sound of the music always drifts me back,
To another time in my life I do venture,
Lost wondering along the Potomac I did sit and gaze upon the past,
Simple aspirations of my future
That have today come to pass.
To hear these notes of simple orchestra,
Of the epic tales that they spin,
Transfixed I become to another blend of time,
Where the smells of that day,
To my nose they do expose this rhyme.
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