Musica Universalis

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The trees are dreaming.

Starlight gentles upon a bed of moss, after its cold journey.

Can a word be true?

Did I go, when you cried out? Did I brave the blind path?

Listen to the spheres singing.

A wilderness, a wanderness.

Everything gleaming.

 

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