"To sing a song or to not sing a song," she pondered. "That is the question." Yet, unanswered, the songs remained within the silence, loud and evergreen. In the land of the unplayed harmonies, the melody marched on without a purpose, or perhaps, with too many.
Irony walked hand in hand with satire as they strolled past the famous landmark of Unfulfilled Potential. There, a statue entangled in red tape depicted a figure holding an invisible trophy.
The endless loop, a carousel without horses, spun stories of destinies unmet and dreams without destinations. Absurdity reigned, yet no one paid homage, for the unsung songs were too busy being unrecorded.
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