I Remember . . .

Along Springwater Corridor 

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Yesterday becomes a dream . . . yet, like the dust of stars which
makes up our bones . ..  our memories grow into our soul . . .
and the newage dances with that old jazz . . . following
a new path . . . made from the heart . . .




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Cool . . . relaxing sounds. From gentle jazz to sublime chill . ..  an atmosphere full of sympathetic music . . . to take you up or leave you calm  . . .  



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Beautiful!!!
At times I wept and others I smiled . . . the music took me on a ride . . .
A warm afternoon . . . in the cool of the shade . . . I lay and dreamed
of times I loved and times I died . ..  
I dreamed of things so long ago . . . another lifetime . ..  another star . . .
I dreamed of when I had wings . . . and singed my heart
in the fires of passion . .. . I dreamed of peace . . . in the bottom of the
ocean . . . I flew . .  I ran . . . my day slipped by  . .  and when the music was over
I was sad and yet the melodies echoed in the shadows of my mind . . .
These pieces are way too short!



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You must go to this page: https://www.jamendo.com/en/list/a148270/three-irish-ballads-by-w.-allingham (it will open in a new tab) and read the poetry of William Allingham, an Irish poet (1824-1889) . . . which is set to Aufklarung's wonderful music. Music and poetry dream together . . . building the heart and soul . . . lifting wings and fly into the ever-after. The music has an ethereal, Irish flavor . . .  and brings visions to the inner eye.



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Unusual and quirky . . . and even quite beautiful and emotional at times . . . soothing as a breeze . . . touching and gentle . . . 



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Gentle, yet leading, a masterpiece in direction and dream . . . Takes us on a voyage through the depths of the unknown . . . energies flow and guide us like starlight and color our waters to fill us to the brim with completion . . . Creative forces take us onto the empty canvas . . . where we can paint the vision .. .. and fulfill our destinies . . .



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Minimal and droning . . . quiet like a lazy river . . . deep, dark and dreamy like the night sky . . 
and peaceful like the early dawn . . . 




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