Tintinnabulation is an area to wonder,
Where an answer speaks
In the sublunary region of the sounds;
Music. One shan’t unearth a manuscript of any worth
Possessing an inborn urge to diverge and deviate
Only oneself can divide the colours and make them appear.
Music offers and utters the idea of love in a dynamic force.
But who can thoroughly comprehend.
It’s a torrid story to be untold
See the toil transforms aglow
Sweetest voice shall beguile me;
Undine, you are so fair
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