How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.
Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.
When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
A lot of the time there is a lot of melancholy in the lyrics.
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