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On this breezy October morn, I walk
in the swift shadows of cloud-cursing rooks,
watching the world wake on the horizon.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
Did you wake up thinking in some music today?
... I woke up in the wrong time so I thought - I'm crazy!
puff! in one pass of magic!
This music just emerged in my mind ...
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so ... blue ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭
Julio Iglesias - Crazy