In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
The nearest book is really a songbook, “The Piano Solos of Richard Clayderman Anthology” (1985).
On page 82, there are no lyrics to the song called “Feelings (¿Dime?). But the words I can barely recall is Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings.
My feelings were once hurt. Now, I feel alive. Why? Because there’s nothing left but living until we see each other in the end.
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