Spirits coming out of hiding, shyly watching as each note files
down measures of chords, enchanting lifelines of people that
are attuned to a lasting aroma of sounds.
Their colors now stretching across many melodies of this pas-
time, reaching out into the darkness, wanting to blend in with
broken hearts being sung in songs of heartaches tonight.
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