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Dreams

The subtler harmony. I might have sung,
I might have given another chord to life,
But discords slew the music. From my soul
Take all the life it owes you—I must die.
  (A shadow draws near. Al happens as before. The valley is now filled with the murmuring of a vast multitude.)

A Voice

The sorrow that I taught him was so deep
He might have gauged and saved the hearts of men.,

Another Voice

He strained to drink from the goblet of the sun.
The wine was vintaged by eternity.
My wings were strong to bear him to its source.

Another Voice

Within a charmed and never fathomed sea

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