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Interlude
 

 

Upon the misty mystic hills
I hear a frozen echo
Across the line storm clouds
Across the frosty meadows

And down in the lush vale
Beneath the tall deodar trees
A voice patiently waits
For its echo to be free.






By Fleur

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