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| symphonic |
In the brief unyeilding of her stare, it was a mortal blow that laid her songs low, Viewing that sound she gave to the passing train, Imitating the mountain pass, deftly letting his words become snowflakes drifting. I watched her transparent wings give her a reality I yearned to touch. And I gathered her confusion as she dreamed of the lakeshore. |
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| Moron | "transparent" | 041004 |