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Grandmother Beth's Visions of Antares
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| I ... alone hear the music |
| Bell clear tones moving with lace lights |
| Embedded in memory |
| Rising to call me ... |
| Pulling me near and bidding me stay. |
| Sweet cherished mystery |
| I shall return ... wait for me |
| My heart shall yearn ... my soul shall thirst for my |
| "Antares Symphony" |