There are certain songs that have particular memories attached to them. Then you hear the song in a different “light” (so to speak), and all of a sudden, it hits. And it’s different, and different is a good thing.

“My love must be a kind of blind love
I can’t see anyone but you
And dear, I wonder if you find love
An optical illusion, too?
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
’cause I only have eyes for you, dear
The moon may be high
But I can’t see a thing in the sky
’cause I only have eyes for you.
I don’t know if we’re in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am i
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you.” — Frank Sinatra

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