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Truth So Intoned
The Piper of destiny
calls from the unknown
Without lyre or harp,
his truth so intoned
All sirens left deafened,
tumbling over themselves
As a choir of Angels
-from his flute are bespelled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
calls from the unknown
Without lyre or harp,
his truth so intoned
All sirens left deafened,
tumbling over themselves
As a choir of Angels
-from his flute are bespelled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
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Truth So Intoned
Truth So Intoned