“Play,”
Said he,
“Old music…
Remembering
The beginning times,
When the stars were younger
And the portal stood open
That dreams and possibilities
Might travel freely between the worlds.
The children of Earth still knew magic then.”
“I will play, but they can no longer hear.
They have closed the doors against our song,
Consigning us to fairytales
And casting us as evil…
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