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The Wind’s Nocturne My mind wandered through the mist of the coolness and calmness of the night I heard a song, a gentle tune, Coming from the breeze lurking about. It swept me into nighttime; I obtained a calm and loving heart In the middle of darkness and the rays of the moon, I was bound within nocturne walls. As dictated by my mind, I walked upon its tracks Into the source of all peace – within the night within my heart. I questioned the presence of such a mysterious tune; still I searched, longed for more, for – It guided my hands into my dream, It was within my reach; I dreamt of eternal peace within my soul. My ears had finally accepted such mystery, It made my body drift along the tune, I paused, gasped, Sat underneath a tree. I slept in the nocturne’s presence until the appearance of the new sun. That music was my dream Wasn’t it? It introduced me to a new life, that anyone would want to lay his eyes upon, a dream of reality or – a dream of illusion a dream of fantasy.
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