picture a rainy night.
throw in a jazzy sax.
now picture yourself
sitting inside an
empty coffee shop,
on that rainy night,
listening to the
jazzy saxophone.
think about it
for a minute,
and boom,
you just made
an interlude!
it’s almost like
you wrote part
of this album
for me.
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