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For I speak no name that might come from a long time gone moment, I shall not say I do have some thoughts that become, sooner or later, a fairly important ingredient of the restless dreams that haunt me every single night.
Thou shall call them nightmares if thou please, but I myself am not so sure for I listen to a voice I can no longer understand. Worst yet is my luck, for it won't allow me to allocate the very source of that voice and I have no soul around me capable of telling me where that song comes from. Thou may wonder why said I the word song, and no mystery beneath the term, for it serves a prupose no other than to make thou, oh reader, aware of how sweet that voice is, how soft its touch turned to be the last time I was gifted with itsdelicate silk-like melody. Music is, indeed, the most similar word I can find to describe the obsession that is about to cause me to fall into a deep well of pure madness as I try and try and will always try, untill I find out or die or turn insane, to know where it comes from, who it comes from... so please, if THOU are reading these desperate words of mine, I beg you to speak thy name. I thou, reader, are not the one who owns that voice but know who I mean, please, tell me where to find her for I much desire to speak with her.