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Oh a sound seems to peek into these
Cursed grounds such a thing forbidden
Oh it slurs
It dances in its beauty
Oh the power
It paralyzes me
But makes fountains of symphony
The hummingbirds mingle
In blush
And the wild night groves shine through
I bitter myself
But that sound calls
And puts a blanket of candles round me
There awoke me in the sweet nectar

Pei-Ying Olsen, 9
Chattanooga, TN