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Let the evening air in
and dim the lights;
reality´s fading
as our minds fly.
A heavenly glow
The muse has spoken;
the grace of her song
Calliopeia
Every hour, every day
my search goes on.
My precious memories
are all I have left.
I gave my soul away
for a dream, for an illusion.
Who will lead me now?
Drowning in tears, I turn to you.