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Dreams unsung through wasted years; upon the rise and fall my dreams fade, as they flow upon the air of Kobialkas' G String Medley.

Meditative movements of high gradaully wane subtlety, to meditative lows. Refraining,... refraining,

waiting for the strings to rise back to where ephemeral moments of your calming essence of a peaceful fragrance will billow once again within my mind.

Play your notes on high, or ever let me go.

Will you play your notes on high, if I am ever in your soul? Would you play so high; only to let me flow once again to ever refraining notes of dreams faded of long ago?

Play your strings to me on high; or forever,

let me go.