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This time around
In the twilight of a symphony's embrace,
Where whispers of souls find solace in space,
A voice akin to thunder in a storm's eye,
Unveils stories of life beneath a starlit sky.
Through the caverns of time, a river flows,
Carving melodies in ancient prose,
Each note a feather on the breath of dawn,
Painting tales of a world reborn.
Like a phoenix rising from fiery embers,
His voice resonates with soulful splendors,
In "This Time Around," a cosmic dance,
Where dreams collide in a timeless trance.
"Can't stop the rain from falling,
Can't stop the world from turning around,
Can't stop my heart from yearning,
For the love that I've found."
Let the music weave its spell,
Through realms of dreams where echoes swell,
In Glenn Hughes' song, a universe untamed,
With imagery that ignites, unnamed.
Copyright ©
Chris Isle
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