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
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