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As I walk these dim and flaring halls

I am reminded of a sweet silver dream

A wistful thought held years before.

Deep in my heart a river flows

Of lore, of words, of music.

They of the kindred spirit

Know the truth of my existence

The bane of my broken life.

I cannot see the words-

Yet I feel them,

Alive and thriving all around us.

True poetic verse entails the mysic melodies

The songs whisper to my soul like the wind.

Can you hear the music?

It surrounds us every day

No matter where we are

No matter what we're doing.

It lives in every moment,

In every breath we draw.

It's hidden for the poet to find

For they are the keepers of dreams

The holders of Time and truth.

Can you hear the music?

Deep within the pages of your heart

Is where it dwells

Where it moves, where it breathes.

It cannot be heard by human ears-

Your spirit alone can hear the melodies.

Search hard, my friend, for it is there.

Listen closely,

And one day, you will hear it.