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Oct 2018
The music plays, tones rise and fall, emotions follow.

Here within the ear I hear,
as thought becomes sound.

To become the rhythm, I concentrate as the river flows beneath my feet.  Blue is the spirit as I view the stars, painting silver lines upon my palms.

Emotions rise and fall, and the music plays on.
Al
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Al  M/UK
(M/UK)   
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     Darina Forgacova, Fawn and Zizaloom
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