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The Singing Spirit

Once upon a midnight dream
I met a girl who loved to sing
In the wind her hair would flow
But alas the dream, I had to go
On following nights, I would return
With curiosity that flickered and burned
Her eyes reflected what could not be seen
So I watched with intent so keen
And as I watched her lovely face
I saw her dress, all laced with lace
And as her breath pushed the song past her lips
I saw the music begin to move her hips
Then the beat of the song picked up in speed
And then I saw a fantastic dance melody
Her life was a poem, just like you and me
The only difference was, her name was Harmony


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