Good memories of a bad time
Orchestral tune of a promise
Cradled by my inability
To flow past the stones
In my melodious river
I needed to sing
I wanted to dance
My master allowed me neither
I promised her the world
I forfeited my world
The songs still play
Tasting of lemon
Sweet to my soul
Sour to my heart
A tune forbidden
And a melody to redeem
The pieces of a dream
Swept up by the chorus
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