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Yet Another Music Post

Okay, so I listen to Barbra Streisand. I play her Broadway Album every single day at work.

The best, the absolute best, song on the album is "Somewhere". I've heard it probably a million times, ever since I was six years old and my mom would play the West Side Story soundtrack on our record player. It's one of the saddest, yet most hopeful songs ever written. And Streisand's version combines a new musical setting with her absolutely stunning voice. When I listen to it, I think of heaven, and all the sad memories of earth are fading out one by one.

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