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Just a simple bridge. Just a simple bridge hanging over the infinite.
Infinite sound, a space where a kiss is a symphony and a melody is nothing...
A few steps, gaze into the void, perhaps a kiss.
Steps that shatter the silence.
If noise were silence, here's a canvas painted by echoes of life; oases of Dulcimer would want to sing sweet folk tales with hands over eyes.
One walks blindly. Enjoying this tension, hoping it lasts.
Hoping it lasts, and then better new emotions than drinking from the usual chalice.
If at least it were poisoned, it would be a new emotion.
But I was talking about an album, but talking about musical notes is like catching mosquitoes and leaving the blood stain on the wall.
Nothing remains, just a stain.
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