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There are certain songs that don’t just play — they unlock something. A room you forgot existed. A feeling you didn’t know you were still carrying. A doorway back to who you were before life pressed its weight on your shoulders. And for millions of Americans in the late 1950s, one song held that power more than almost any other: “Mr. Sandman.” It’s 1958. The country hums with quiet confidence under President Eisenhower. Colors look brighter, summers feel longer, and jukeboxes are the heartbeat of every diner. Rock & roll is clawing its way into the mainstream, but harmony groups…
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