Music”—he smiled his glorious smile and raised his index finger—“music speaks for the soul because words are too small.

I went to the door, and Gary tried hard not to notice I was blue. He looked at his feet, and he looked above my head, and he cleared his throat.  It's okay,' I said. 'I know I'm blue.'  It caught me by surprise,' he said. 'I didn't want to seem rude.

The Time we Lose in Life can not be restored but the time we still have can be used in a Right way and try and make a Better Future ahead of us.

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

Written By Lord Byron

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