Over the music as it modulates this reality, came voices never heard in here,... not possible before, but coming clear,... loud as any oft-played melody; Grecian in its thought; wrapping both minds; but one again!
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VISION OF LOVELINESS
FantasyOnly in a dream, when lyrical rhythms pound, will her magic spell hold you. Only then, can we speak that crafted name; hear what became aloft, and onshore. Clouds dripping a paste of sadness to cover our pain.