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I heard you, whispering through the trees, your lovely and large eyes filled with brilliance: oh, and I can hear your songs. Lovely and golden: "Only a Fool Would Say that"...you scream this throughout the skies. You are perfect; you are excellent; you are my love, my light. He grabs the guitar, his fingers dancing across the fret board. He has delicate yes; he is mine. Success is his.
And so I sang loudly, clearly. The audience was still, filled with perpetual, beautiful silence: And I sang. I owned the night. In a moment, everything---everything---was mine. I grabbed the microphone, inching closer towards the blackness of the eyes, the widened mouths: everything. I trusted my mirror: it open all of my mind.