In my dreams I play a stringed instrument,
Whose notes never screech or sour.
Sometimes I dance ballet.
I have warmth and color and careful awareness
and sing with perfection;
conduct symphonies.
Then the light comes
and I awake.
Whose notes never screech or sour.
Sometimes I dance ballet.
I have warmth and color and careful awareness
and sing with perfection;
conduct symphonies.
Then the light comes
and I awake.
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