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Le Sacre du Printemp

Haunting theme you come alive,
my sleeping passion oh you revive.
Primal screams come from the east,
searing breath I fear the beast.
 
But as the music floats I come to rest.
I let its fingers touch my flesh.
As bearing gifts from weeping angels,
Heaven’s dressed in beads and bangles.
 
Beauty is in the tears of harmony.
the sadness, the eyes, and all the lonely.
You search the skies to bring it home.
Summon the Gods to see it roam.
 
Igor Stravinsky, your song’s divine.
It stirs the blood and feels sublime.
Heaven’s crying in open spaces.
Bring it to me in earthly places.
 
Before we reach the final ending,
softer than the snow’s descending,
the end is here, so let it scream,
but do not wake me from my dream.
Rite of Spring, do not forsake me,

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