Led by the music of a haunting note Sounding in the solace of my soul It soon became symphonic in its score Tuning down to an adagio. The continuing music came a gift to me Touching the heart with rhythmic melody, Or deep within the depths a sounding bell With choral strains called the gods of love And all my being sang the songs of Light.
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