The world a play in darkened shades, memories in ink, washed like tears, life of nature she waltzes in puddles, a flight of time, through the strings they sing. Lovers they whisper words in silence, beyond words are paintings of passions, a free spirit, at night it sees, what light hides above, they quieten your mind. Oh how beautiful how beautiful this moment of transcendence! Oh how sublime how sublime this instance of serenity! Expression is my prison for I am man, the soul is eternally free, let our heart dance! What is past shall not come again, what epoch be story all words are vain.
Liszt in the Rain
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To thyself be true my friend