As I try to put this music into words.
My eyes grow tired.
Dreams swirling around my head ,
Like a gust of wind that sends chills down my spine.
Twisting and turning, these visions caress me.
And for a split second I saw her face.
The butterflies rushed in.
The air rushed out.
My eyes, however, stayed fixed on hers.
And at last I felt at home.
Deep in her soul.
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