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Music, maths, sciences (physics, chemistry)

He layed emeralds in her eyes, oh but I'd already tried. A bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist. And everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss. We painted crooked lies, but danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, that we know not what it is.- "Memphis will be laid to waste" by Norma Jean