The Way I Am


Music finds its way where the rays of the sun cannot penetrate.  My room is dark and dismal, a high wall almost excludes the light of day.  The sounds must come from a neighboring yard; it is probably some wandering musician…Carry me away then once more, O tones so rich and powerful, to the company of the maidens, to the pleasures of the dance.

Kierkegaard

Love me…The Way I Am

Ingrid Michaelson

 

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