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Waltz in 7/8
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Secular Poetry Swirling, swirling
Ever descending-
Pieces of reality in
The hands of Time.
Urgent whispers
On painted wings
Echoes of color in
Tales left untold.
In my dreams
I hear the heart of the loon
Its song echoing
Through the hands of Time.
Swirling, swirling
Ever descending-
Pieces of reality in
The hands of Time.
The sould of the music
Enfolds my heart
As a solitary tear
Cascades from my eye.
Threads of blue
Droplets of green
Shreds of color
Flutter in my mind.
Swirling, swirling
Ever descending-
Pieces of reality in
The hands of Time.
