Love is the crackle when the spindle falls, between the ridges of a spinning record
An interruption, before the sweet sound of strings
My love lies with the girl with the voice of music
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Preservation
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Spindle
Love is the crackle when the spindle falls, between the ridges of a spinning record
An interruption, before the sweet sound of strings
My love lies with the girl with the voice of music
