The violin player opened the door to my dreams,
you entered and saw yourself.
The pianist painted the green forest hills,
I walked by the lake and saw myself.
The singer sang and gave birth to the earth,
the sun rose for the first time and we were there.
The silence returned and it bothered us,
but all was reborn and we were there.
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