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The gentle melody parades through the air,
opening the eyes to warmth and beauty.
A soft scent arouses new thoughts, so pure,
that all the wrongs are nothing.
How the skies are enflamed,
and the melody floats on...
Comfort me,
with your warm smile and soft touch.
Blanket me, with your eyes and sweet grace,
and never leave.
In the vast meadows of flowers we laid our heads,
took cover, under the weeping willow.
A canvas of stars flowed gently around us,
the scent of joy we embraced.
O' the tears of angels, fell like rain,
as the melody floats on...
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa