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Ever had a song reverberate through your skull. Till tears drop down one two three on the floor at your feet Whilst you talk to someone you thought you knew To only realise that it's someone you've never met before  At the time closed eyes, blindly leading an orchestra of pre determined music.  The sound conducting you far more than you do it.  In reverse you'd think it'd be worse but ears can't help finding beauty in the back water noise. Empathising with the writer, you assume you feel how they felt. Or at least some semblance of their frame of mind, Or do you think you could not be further from them? The code created is not always well received. So until the crack when snap out the trance,  You believe yourself to be someone else, who you assume you've known for time.  When the song is over,  You feel the trance crack. Eyes snapping open, that person is gone. You can see only in the words written before you.  Only through the mist of three tears