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Walking on Wind
In a land of timeless dreamers
Where toes never touch the ground
A community of creators
Spin ion threads of sound
A weaving of electron waves
Emotions both light and grave
Rhythms beating in time with others
Songs that warm the soul of lovers
A daydream singing in tongues
That only solid hearts can hear
These waves in a magical medium
Like patterns in a pond
Turning and returning
Pass through and then move on
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