"Aimless Samiels" genre: Soft Rock
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	A poetic and melodic ballad concerning personal nostalgia. Mellow synths with some clean 12-string electric guitar and toms.
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	Story Behind the Song Aimless Samiels is a soft nostalgic song encoded with memories. In it I sing one of my richest custom-made melodies in true poetic fashion. Lyrics Remember December’s Enthralling, distinctive timbres. The morning delighted the future With promises to suture. Should winter reenter, The time is to reinvent myrrh Or the songbird. I strive to realize these words: Heads, you’ll be leaving. Tails, you won’t stay. What starts in April Ends in dismay. The colors you wore then Have started to fade. That blue is your hue now, But what can I say? What can I do to remind you? There is nothing left to Save only this poesy: My trumpet resounds and trills Through aimless samiels. One year and four moons and Three days two our weakend. If time be proven synthetic, You may see through this rhetoric. Until then I’m laughing. Not sure if I’d rather be having The bottom line, Or maybe this nostalgic bind. Tell of the secret Tale of a soul. Tell of what happened. What was the toll? The colors you’re wearing Won’t bury that hole, But rather upon Jupiter’s Capitol I see it there in the air. There is nothing left to Save only this poesy: My trumpet resounds and trills Through aimless samiels.

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