where the band plays only for me.
I remember these days from long ago
where five hundred was big and no number was small.
I remember the giant bear in the library,
curling up on it with stories of a bunny named Max.
Life was simpler then
and I was a stranger to no one.
Now I am incognito,
I'm just Holly-no Dahlstrom attached.
I'm proud of my name,
but what does life look like without it?
Is it quiet? Is it different?
Or could it be just the same?
In an empty sanctuary
where the band plays only for me.
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