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The power of music
Jul. 23rd, 2008 11:41 pmAs I walked home, burdened by the troubles of the day, through the grey wet rain, I waited for the train in the humid tunnels at Back Bay.
The busker was playing "The Ghost in You" by the Psychadelic Furs.
All my cares melted away, when he played that song. I felt like I was at the end of a John Hughes movie, and that the doors of the T would open, and my sweetheart would be standing there, staring me in the eyes....
The busker was playing "The Ghost in You" by the Psychadelic Furs.
All my cares melted away, when he played that song. I felt like I was at the end of a John Hughes movie, and that the doors of the T would open, and my sweetheart would be standing there, staring me in the eyes....
