Sometimes I hear the madrigal of souls,
Seep through impermeable walls,
A music shorn by seas of existence,
Fleeing the shackles of thought.
Whilst mortals only dream of song,
And troubled minds lay at bay.
Nesting in cocoons of consciousness,
Unaware and afraid.
Souls in search of a longing wildness;
A place where fear has no sway,
Escaping this eternal sadness,
To dance in sweet serenade.
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