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Hands of the dead push up on barefoot souls Flowing music chasing revenant spirits away On life’s vapour trails some peer into the void Festovians on waves of sound, rise and fall Reaching down most grasp and recover Floating in space many now a ghostly form
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Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
Music festival: Dancing on clouds
Hands of the dead push up on barefoot souls Flowing music chasing revenant spirits away On life’s vapour trails some peer into the void Festovians on waves of sound, rise and fall Reaching down most grasp and recover Floating in space many now a ghostly form
The music festival allows the transformation of spirits
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Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
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