slow, sweet sound,
how i love you...
if music be the food of love, play on,
i want to gorge myself
until i'm full, and fat, and sick,
that strain again! it had a dying fall,
it fell over my ears like the drowsy breeze
fluttering a field of vivid blossoms,
hypnotizing endless crystal cloudless sky,
perfect blue, and emerald green,
and poppies, poppies,
poppies...
i awake from a trance as the music ends,
feel a flutter in my chest,
and hit play again.
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