a little jazz tune called Golden

I wrote this as a memory of a woman I once met.

10 months ago

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Transcript

This is a song called Golden. I saw her gently pace across the room, the light slipped off her shoulder. Like moonlight from the October moon, soft and subtly colder. I could stay in this moment, where every note feels golden. The mystery lingered in the air, after the bird had flown. Her eyes, her smile, her form, her hair, awakened this heart of stone. I could stay in this moment, where every note feels golden. Thank you for watching!

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