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												Let the evening air in 
												And dim the lights 
												Reality's fading 
												As our minds fly 
												 
												A heavenly glow... 
												The muse has spoken 
												The grace of her song... 
												Calliopeia 
												 
												Every hour, every day 
												My search goes on 
												My precious memories 
												Are all I have left 
												 
												A heavenly glow... 
												The muse has spoken 
												The grace of her song... 
												Calliopeia 
												 
												I gave my soul away 
												For a dream, for an illusion 
												Who will lead me now? 
												Drowning in tears, I turn to you 
												 
												A heavenly glow... 
												The muse has spoken 
												The grace of her song... 
												Calliopeia 
												 
												I gave my soul away 
												Who will lead me now?
  
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