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She heard the calling of the music Listened to its fate, it found her, she found it They are now bonds inseparable Its laws are now in her reasoning She understands and even knows how to interpret it It dictates and she follows its pace She listens and does not contemplate She has learned to link its dynamic perfect unison with colors The immeasurable days, weeks, months and years seemed indifferent All she heard were the thoughts of the distance Reminiscing home calling as its usual number She proceeded and finally she is preceded With the inscriptions and thoughts of iridescence The ROYGBIV’s of reason And realized that they had always been awake from the beginning and through each season Even if time had not fulfilled its calling The gates of the imprisoned have be opened And sights have started to follow After their wars had deprived them with sweet sorrow While they were lost trying, battling between intertwining crimson companions And could not decipher right from wrong After the journey of a thousand years across earth’s barricades She found the echoing palettes of grace swirling ~ twirling already waiting at Home…