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After listening to Yanni late into the night |
| Subtle tentacles of the spirits Connect you to the Creator, You see the source of life In the smile of the morning, You fuse with the nightingale In the magic of the mind, Gliding to heights, Where Earth rises to sky, Cradling the girth Where land sinks to sea, You dissolve your life In symphonies of simplicity And I live my life In the wind of your music - for Yanni |