I'm not really all that mysterious

sing your melody

…with longing and wistful hopelessness, he parted from her reluctantly, out into the cold darkness. The bejeweled stars of Orion dipped headlong into the sea, and the night air made him shiver. Sometimes, the right song plays at the right moment, crystallizing a brief memory, forever remembered half-wrong and askew. But he remembers her smile.

And through the rest of his life he carried that memory with him in his heart, though he never saw her again, nor heard from her, not knowing if she had found that happiness she sought, or if she was even still alive. But that moment stayed with him….

"Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

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