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Reading into you
Searching endlessly
For the same page
The right script
The best score
The only beat
In time with
Imaginary
Baton flick
By some one called fate
The world an immense
Library of works
I wander in that palace
Of my mind for that one
Story where we meet
Before the final scene
Where we crescendo to
The lasting peace
The rest of history

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