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The orchestra moves dreamlike
Under the oars of the music
The singer sways with the ebb and flow
Horns and trumpets hover like anemones
Searching in the sea flux for cues
Their round faces intent or bored
Awaiting their insertion into the blue matrix
Each solitary part graceless by itself
But mixed in among the eddies, they enchant-
Indefinite, whimsical shapes float overhead,
Dark lit by subtle moon glow
A mermaid struggles in a fisherman's net,
Sea monsters lurk in the depths below
A vain attempt to shake off probing tentacles:
Things the music awakens and stirs to life once more.
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