Listen to the fugue.
Listen as it interlocks,
To bridge an interlude.
Composing postures...
With melodic compositions.
Adopted tensions drop.
There is a nonstopping,
Of a weaving of peace.
Relaxation is released...
And noticed.
By those unaware,
A programming that had them prepared...
For battle,
Has been harnessed and saddled.
And utilized to quench their thirst for conflict.
Listen to the fugue.
Listen as it interlocks,
To bridge an interlude.
Composing postures...
With melodic compositions.
Adopted tensions drop.
There is a nonstopping,
Of a weaving of peace.
Listen.
Listen as it interlocks,
To bridge an interlude.
Listen to the fugue.
Listen to the one...
The one who dares,
For more arrangements like these,
To come!
Listen to the fugue.
Listen as it interlocks,
To bridge an interlude.
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