As compelling as their myths
But I had never heard a note
After all music is the next stop
After you leave the station
Of imagination
And they stood at the fount
Where it began to bubble up
Sonorities of a forgotten speech
When we sang to one another
In the original recording
Of the first version of the opera
Music is such a diva
And it’s grace to know
She started out divine
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