Music of the Beatles now being played, reminding one of the
very first time they played on the Ed Sullivan Show, it's a
national memory now that will never fade or die away.
Memories speaking silently in each of those past rhythms,
listening to each and every momentous bar of musical inter-
ludes.
Today justifying the reasons of yesterday's moments in life,
arranging them all in synch, hiding love away, words of the
past resonating even now today in notes.
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