Music, like an ocean, often carries me away! Through the ether far, or under a canopy of mist, I set sail for my pale star. Breasting the waves, my lungs swollen like a ship’s canvas, night veils from me the long rollers, I ride their backs: I sense all a suffering vessel’s passions vibrating within me: while fair winds or the storm’s convulsions on the immense deep cradle me. Or else flat calm, vast mirror there of my despair!SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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