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The Mix By Curtis Johnson Darkness begat light, and, hence the f irst musical note danced within itself and the stars were spawned, the scales of time embraced all touching, and the cords of emotion spun the planets into being, this very song is a serpent's companion call, the flutter of flocking birds, swirling Sahara sands, listen for it in the crinkle cool of the morning lake, silent yet spoken still, the night moving into dawn, oh celestial note which bridged the here and now, if unvieling myths and magic are unreal, then how and who, will write history's ballads. |
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